GILT – Confronting Identity Through Music
No beauty in being crushed beneath, but somehow still so tempting.
No beauty in being crushed beneath, but somehow still so tempting.
There’s a spark inside that’s ready to explode.
To knight with me, form a sea.
Let the past behind, it fades away.
Lay my anchor down, the second vessel in this ground.
No mortal hands can touch like you, no bragging tongue can cut like you.
Ever thought you would find something that you’ll never leave behind?
An alliance of wealth supported by sheep.
Sense of living life so thrilling.