ALBUM REVIEW: Your Spirit Dies – My Gnawing Pains Will Never Rest
Distort the truth to silence the victim.
Distort the truth to silence the victim.
The feeling has left you without the words to make this real.
We’re at the crest of the shit-wave, baby.
Look into my eyes as I show you God.
Rattling voices linger in the haze, erstwhile bright flames now dimmed and cold.
If I can’t have you, no one can.
Don’t want to facе it, I want it to break
Weaving words into the air.
Imagine a boot stamping on the human face, forever.