ALBUM REVIEW: Hidden Mothers – Erosion / Avulsion
Far too young to simply make your peace. Far too old to not keep promises.
Far too young to simply make your peace. Far too old to not keep promises.
Draped in death, the howl of lore.
Drum blues.
Joyless figures, all perfectly dosed. All immersed, sullen and cold.
I want to believe there’s a motivation in negative spaces.
The ghost of me becomes a part of you.
Pain is your beauty enveloped in doom.
We will not disband.
My head is a highway all the time.