IN CONVERSATION: The Wise Man’s Fear
Missing pieces forming tapestries of a slumbering world.
Missing pieces forming tapestries of a slumbering world.
Symptoms of a wounded fractured failure.
Real Punk. Real Attitude.
So stop digging up the earth for all it is worth.
I try to do what I can, scalping wounds in walls of what it takes to be a man.
Bloodshot eyes, our hands are tied.
I can’t stay here, can I live on in your memory?
I’ll always be your warmth as time will make you colder.
At home in hell but never let it get the best of me.