Newsletter 14-03-22: Varials LP3, Electric Callboy, Thornhill Mixing + More
I’m done, rotting from the inside.
I’m done, rotting from the inside.
I try to do what I can, scalping wounds in walls of what it takes to be a man.
I’d give it all to see your suffering.
I spoke language, he could not understand.
Heaven knows I’m miserable now, feeling all alone I indulge in silence.
Blood in my eyes will run, an eternal blue sun.
Sounds a lot like chaos.
Shackled hands, that drag me to the depths.
It’s like a knife lodged deep in the cracks of this hell you make me.