ALBUM REVIEW: Toronto Is Broken – TORONTOISBROKEN
I was spat out by the mouth of a god.
I was spat out by the mouth of a god.
You can’t feel the separation.
The bloody descent to my heavenly grave.
Hear the thoughts that plague my nights.
The words that fail, will always lead on.
She’s a runaway that’s on her way, yeah, yeah.
The wind told you something but you can’t make it out.
Praying it’s not my choice when it’s my turn to die.
All I want to know how is how to disappear.