ALBUM REVIEW: Planning for Burial – It’s Closeness, It’s Easy
Not as disciplined as my father was.
Not as disciplined as my father was.
Growing tired losing everyone I knew.
All these forgeries perched upon my shoulders, maybe they will go away.
What you feel is the hole in your life.
Everything sacred finds its way to filthy hands.
When you come to me, I see you wanting heat.
Can’t recognize myself, not that I’ve tried to.
If you love me, keep it to yourself.
ou are more beautiful than the night.