ALBUM REVIEW: Death Goals – A Garden of Dead Flowers
We wilt, we rot / we decay as we’re forgot
We wilt, we rot / we decay as we’re forgot
Drown every mountain under the sea if you please
Thousand hours in my day.
I planted the seeds of frustration / and watered them with my tears.
Greyscale terror.
Take my things and close the door / I’m not gonna come around“.
Now septic, soon necrotic.
I was in my mid-thirties, had a thick head of hair and a heart full of hope. All gone now.
Time streaming through the wraith