ALBUM REVIEW: We Lost the Sea – A Single Flower
Are we really too late?
Are we really too late?
So you can tell me what to bring, and I’ll give you anything.
Careless or calculated? A poison on the needle.
The moon illuminates the flesh of my prey.
The option to flee has been removed entirely.
I think I saw you in the night before my eyes, I can’t define.
Why don’t you oppose this crime, your silence is consent.
And lays the bodies, bodies, bodies over yesterday.
My lover is the hanged man.