BOOLINTUNES: Albums Of The Year 2024
Will you inherit my grief if I finally choose to sleep?
Will you inherit my grief if I finally choose to sleep?
I’ll force my ghost to tell you I’m okay.
Cursed to exist.
Eternally remembered for what you became.
Crying from an empty ceiling.
This curse was written by my own hand.
I was a fool to believe it was this.
Don’t lose your head…
Nails pressed through beggars hands.