ALBUM REVIEW: The Amity Affliction – House Of Cards
Everything that glitters isn’t gold.
Everything that glitters isn’t gold.
Mirrored in perfect light, my mask reflects the mimic.
I’m a loose cannon with no means.
The cold folds of ego eat glitter and moon.
That same place where the flowers never grow.
I’m afraid of the years starting to blur, afraid of forgetting who we were.
I watched you shapeshift in front of me.
Your voice it keeps me safe. I think I’ll try to stay.
Let us become the flower. Rise up, blossom.