IN CONVERSATION: Our Hollow, Our Home discuss ‘Burn in the Flood’ and Lockdown…
The fear and the doubt grow deeper again.
The fear and the doubt grow deeper again.
Hollowed hearts clenched tight in history, to a family drowned deep in misery.
You only like me when I’m numb.
With vigour they scratch red spots, overwhelmed by their king.
Deadweight gets left behind, trim the fat, cut the ties.
I can be anything with you.
A trip to the parts of your mind you didn’t know exist
Mold beauty out of clay, write words for me to say.
We were born for one thing, born to face the greatest fear of all.