ALBUM REVIEW: Kardashev – Alunea
Weaving words into the air.
Weaving words into the air.
Imagine a boot stamping on the human face, forever.
Every time I try to speak, I just crumble underneath.
I am trapped in sideration.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’m so lonely without you.
Growing tired losing everyone I knew.
All these forgeries perched upon my shoulders, maybe they will go away.
I’m trapped inside my own self-made prison.
Beneath your blade, my pain was made for you.