ALBUM REVIEW: Bloodbather – ANAYNGSTTA
Lemme talk my shit.
Lemme talk my shit.
Running vermillion on the lips that spoke your name.
I dreamt of something bringing me toward a warmth I’ve longed for.
I buried you in a song only I hear.
Just a box of broken toys stained from the rat poison.
Was the outcome worth the cost?
I slit my wrists to see holograms of Nic Cage.
Without you, my words fall upon deaf ears.
Keep calling my name till them streetlights sing.