GIG REPORT: Novelists, The Word Alive, Elwood Stray, and Ashen at The Dome
Please say something before I’m lost at the bottom.
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.
So is this what it’s like, having a reason to go outside?
I will pry and I will claw just to be heard.