ALBUM REVIEW: Soot Sprite – Wield Your Hope Like a Weapon
Not your carbon copy, baby.
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.
I can never bleed enough to justify my wrongs.