ALBUM REVIEW: Parannoul – To See the Next Part of the Dream
A trip to the parts of your mind you didn’t know exist
A trip to the parts of your mind you didn’t know exist
Mold beauty out of clay, write words for me to say.
So many people talking, but nobody’s listening.
Eat the affluent, curb your temperament.
We were born for one thing, born to face the greatest fear of all.
Bury me six feet deep, cover me in concrete, turn me into a street.
If you’re living in the minute here’s your mother fucking anthem.
Are you living? Can you hear me?
If God is watching us, this must be what it wants.