ALBUM REVIEW: Fit For An Autopsy – Oh What The Future Holds
How many more mothers have to bury their sons? You sick motherfucker.
How many more mothers have to bury their sons? You sick motherfucker.
Don’t you feel like there might be a place to escape to, somewhere for you outside?
Let’s search the sky for a while, you and I.
Is becoming numb a sin?
Falling asleep to the sun on the edge of a knife, did you know I’m the one?
I am not my illness, I am not my past mistakes.
Cleanse the earth, and put an end to the human curse.
I would paint you a picture of the sky on fire, but the colors escape my mind.
I miss the distance between me and the machine.