ALBUM REVIEW: Roman Candle – Unadulterated
Five things I can touch. Five things I can hear. Five things I can see.
Five things I can touch. Five things I can hear. Five things I can see.
Hold on tight to all of your gold just to rot in the fucking dirt.
Keep your hooks in me, never set me free.
We are the adversary.
Wounds that weep and won’t scab over.
I could try to survive but the pain serves a process.
Struck the match and I am on my knees.
It didn’t always have to be like this.
A dance of the damned, where all life is equalized and undone.