IN CONVERSATION: Jack Bergin of Void of Vision
Was this life meant for me?
Was this life meant for me?
All I want is rest, take away my breath.
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?