ALBUM REVIEW: Birds in Row – Gris Klein
Piled up clothes of those we lost, frail barricades for frail fates.
Piled up clothes of those we lost, frail barricades for frail fates.
Pockets full of puddled blood.
It was a mistake to ask me for help.
As we pull their wings off, one by one.
Walk straight into the mouth of hell
I think I can trick you into a jig with me.
Angry songs make me feel worse,
Happy songs make me feel like a liar.
If you complain once more…
Couched in your overbite, my tongue flicks like dynamite