ALBUM REVIEW: Wolves At The Gate – Wasteland
Everyone has to feel the frailty of existence.
Everyone has to feel the frailty of existence.
Go ahead and meet me in the afterlife.
Craving the light but stars just kept falling.
When I check in, it’s like I’m feeling for a pulse.
A flower doomed to decay as each petal wilts away.
I give my flesh to the host that owns me.
I am trapped in sideration.
There’s a devil on my back.
I can’t find my way back to the person I used to be.