ALBUM REVIEW: The Last Ten Seconds of Life – The Dead Ones
Hold on tight to all of your gold just to rot in the fucking dirt.
Hold on tight to all of your gold just to rot in the fucking dirt.
We are the adversary.
My skin’s so mutilated, singing the songs to make me stay.
Call it what you like, I’ll call it what it is.
Here’s your parting gift.
Now I leave thee for dead, and I begin.
Everything you are is fucking miserable.
The best part of me is gone.
If I let go of life, who will save me now?