ALBUM REVIEW: Lawrence English – Even The Horizon Knows Its Bounds
Sound haunts architecture.
Sound haunts architecture.
Tightrope walk a fine thread through this abattoir world.
Do you think the stars care?
Feed on the weak before they awake.
M’enfonçant dans toujours plus de nuit.
Nothing more than God’s mistake.
Far too young to simply make your peace. Far too old to not keep promises.
Dancing through a mental breakdown, I find I am always met with doubt.
My head is a highway all the time.