ALBUM REVIEW: Scowl – Are We All Angels
Everything sacred finds its way to filthy hands.
Everything sacred finds its way to filthy hands.
In search of the triumph beyond obsidian euphoria.
One blow stained cement.
We’ll all drown together.
There is a ceaseless noise, ancient and horrendous.
Get out of hell if you can’t take the heat.
There’s a devil on my back.
When you come to me, I see you wanting heat.
Don’t think for a second that you’re not in danger.