ALBUM REVIEW: Perturbator – Age Of Aquarius
Vigils are held by the western wall.
Vigils are held by the western wall.
Malignant souls hid underneath a guise.
We’ll hit the city limits and we’ll leave it behind be free.
Build me a machine to suffer, hesitation lover.
If we burned our bodies, could we stay the same?
With angry eyes and hearts filled with hate, can we ever change the mistakes we make?
Sound solace in silence with nothing left to mourn.
Drawn in day after day as the years crumble away.
Can we rewind to a time when we were close?