ALBUM REVIEW: Roman Candle – Unadulterated
Five things I can touch. Five things I can hear. Five things I can see.
Five things I can touch. Five things I can hear. Five things I can see.
They set the trap, and we took the bait.
Struck the match and I am on my knees.
The price of living, the art of suffering.
I tried to speak, but the words were gone.
Fuck bygones be bygones, you don’t deserve my respect.
Sever the lines of life and guide your hands to mine.
Fleeting bliss will precede your fall from grace.
You said truth is a wound that never closes, and I believed you.