ALBUM REVIEW: In Flames – Foregone
Your time’s up, now there’s hell to pay.
Your time’s up, now there’s hell to pay.
Keep an eye on the road or we will both be here forever.
Didn’t I tell you not to look at the walls?
Delusions of grandeur used to subdue doubt.
Here I sit like a marionette, strings on my limbs, rope on my neck.
Sunk way deep in this coffin, I keep thinking things that I shouldn’t be thinking.
*various djenty noises*
This is a wasteland, my only retreat.
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