ALBUM REVIEW: The Amity Affliction – House Of Cards
Everything that glitters isn’t gold.
Everything that glitters isn’t gold.
I know it makes you feel less alone to make a house a home.
The sun is rising, and my feet are bound to a world that’s rotting.
Through our cold – and formless death, Crawling with blasphemous life.
Lemme talk my shit.
I’ve been here over and over again.
I’ll fuck on your grave.
Five things I can touch. Five things I can hear. Five things I can see.
When we’re face to face, I will not hesitate.