ALBUM REVIEW: Signs of the Swarm – To Rid Myself of Truth
It feels just like I’m dying.
It feels just like I’m dying.
In the trenches, stay relentless.
My blood, my flesh, my corpse.
The option to flee has been removed entirely.
A choice presented by a universe suspended in time.
Existence is oh so temporary.
If I can’t have you, no one can.
Hymns of dissonance we sing.
There is hope for better days.