ALBUM REVIEW: Eidola – The Architect
I spent my whole life searching for substance, just to find an empty room.
I spent my whole life searching for substance, just to find an empty room.
Everything went black when the sun fell.
My festering thoughts makes it hard to just simply exist.
We go beyond the farthest reaches, where the light bends and wraps beneath us.
What is my voice to you?
Starting tomorrow, I’ll do exercise. But I probably won’t.
When I get to heaven, will I know?
Is this the hell that I have to pay?
My body burns in its presence.