ALBUM REVIEW: Volumes – Mirror Touch
I’ve been overdrawn, absence veiled by attention.
I’ve been overdrawn, absence veiled by attention.
Take apart my mind and keep a picture of it.
Tapped out and tearing at the seams.
The parasites and the nightmares call out my name.
Beneath your blade, my pain was made for you.
Misery is a delicate lace, silence as it covers my face.
Only the dead know the end, may we meet again.
It’s excessive, there’s more than seven ways to sin.
All hail next gen, can I get an amen?