IN CONVERSATION: Hunter Young of Moodring
I’m swallowing my fate, what’s left to change?
I’m swallowing my fate, what’s left to change?
What if the diamond days are all gone?
How do you swallow the feeling of impending doom?
My shoulder blades are tectonic plates, swimming away from my spine unbraced.
This once desperate plea… becomes a demand.
Breathe in the deafening glow.
To be nothing, absent thereafter.
You’re forever a part of me.
That’s what it takes to keep my mind on track.