STAFF SPOTLIGHT – Chelsea Grin – Ashes to Ashes
The time lays waste to ashes, my soul lays waste the broken mind.
The time lays waste to ashes, my soul lays waste the broken mind.
Looking across the universal hallway
Maybe that house again, maybe the city by the lake.
Where better is the enemy of good enough.
The gift of death is such a blessing for us.
I’m holding on by the tips of my fingers, I’m not afraid of the fall.
The curtain’s falling in slow motion.
I wouldn’t be who I’d be without ya.
Words fall off my tongue, but my mouth stays closed.