ALBUM REVIEW: Extortionist – Stare Into The Seething Wounds
The best part of me is gone.
The best part of me is gone.
Our bodies are a graveyard from which we will rise again.
Malignant souls hid underneath a guise.
If I let go of life, who will save me now?
Let us become the flower. Rise up, blossom.
Every moment touches all of time.
We’ll hit the city limits and we’ll leave it behind be free.
Build me a machine to suffer, hesitation lover.
Plan my escape through gateways I create.