ALBUM REVIEW: Your Arms Are My Cocoon – death of a rabbit
I could be buried here with you.
I could be buried here with you.
The flowers will blossom for me
This emptiness just pulls me under.
The Devil’s here, drew from my blood, fueled by your call.
Have you ever thought of closing your mouth?
I’m tired and fading, impatiently waiting for nothing at all.
Murder us you, filthy rat kings.
You won’t find another life when death is knocking at your door.
My heart is in your hands, your heart has other plans.