LIVE GALLERY: August Burns Red, Dying Wish, & Thrown at Electric Ballroom, London
You are the salt that’s burning my wounds.
You are the salt that’s burning my wounds.
Black waters irrigate my spine.
Please say something before I’m lost at the bottom.
I have a thousand mothers who’re strong, free, and deadly.
The open sea, the seafarer’s lonely tomb.
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound.
Stand your ground and mean it.
Big dreams, big energy, swirling inside of me.
I’ve noticed flowers always bloom in decay.