ALBUM REVIEW: Static Dress – Rouge Carpet Disaster
Nails pressed through beggars hands.
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.
Hold your breath for spirits to bring you to life.
Chains of my despair drag the weight through my lungs.
No justice in sin, rotting from within.
Hold your breath for spirits to bring you to life.
Blur the lines and start again.
Walking in the shadow of my own ghost, I long to feel the sun again.