ALBUM REVIEW: Vatican – ULTRA
Let me in.
Let me in.
No beauty in being crushed beneath, but somehow still so tempting.
To knight with me, form a sea.
Wings of steel, cold neon lights, I can’t breathe anymore.
A thousand little deaths for me if I forget you.
No mortal hands can touch like you, no bragging tongue can cut like you.
Nails pressed through beggars hands.
Scorned by the blaze of death, to drift is to stumble, to stumble is to fall.
I’ve got no heroes anymore.