ALBUM REVIEW: Tunic – Wrong Dream
Only fearing yourself.
Only fearing yourself.
Never nervous.
Maybe there’s a specter in my veins.
Into the silence now.
We built a highway big enough to stop time.
I wish I’d only look and didn’t have to touch.
Too far gone to let this stop.
Piled up clothes of those we lost, frail barricades for frail fates.
Pockets full of puddled blood.