IN CONVERSATION: Our Hollow, Our Home discuss ‘Burn in the Flood’ and Lockdown…
The fear and the doubt grow deeper again.
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The fear and the doubt grow deeper again.
With vigour they scratch red spots, overwhelmed by their king.
Deadweight gets left behind, trim the fat, cut the ties.
I could leave this house but I won’t, there’s an echo that seems to live on.
I can be anything with you.
Upset the sickness.
Mold beauty out of clay, write words for me to say.
So many people talking, but nobody’s listening.
We were born for one thing, born to face the greatest fear of all.