IN CONVERSATION: Jack Bergin of Void of Vision
Was this life meant for me?
Was this life meant for me?
I wanna burn it all down, could I borrow a light?
All I want is rest, take away my breath.
The blue weak-minded herd.
I want to pour tears of molten gold.
Through the web and the tube.
In Sadness For Our Dying World (here come the Christians).
The moment in time where our shadows collided and I told the truth.
I’m gonna reign in hell as I scream for help.