LIVE GALLERY: August Burns Red, Dying Wish, & Thrown at Electric Ballroom, London
You are the salt that’s burning my wounds.
You are the salt that’s burning my wounds.
Please say something before I’m lost at the bottom.
The open sea, the seafarer’s lonely tomb.
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound.
I will pry and I will claw just to be heard.