ALBUM REVIEW: Wounded Touch – A Vivid Depiction of Collapse
Wounds are not simply healed by time, they are viciously cauterized.
Wounds are not simply healed by time, they are viciously cauterized.
Not your carbon copy, baby.
The parasites and the nightmares call out my name.
Nobody dies but the pain remains.
A flower doomed to decay as each petal wilts away.
Burnt to the ground only to be reassembled out of its cinder.
So gimme rules I have to follow, and I’ll bend them round myself.
I left a piece of my heart with you in the soil.
I give my flesh to the host that owns me.