ALBUM REVIEW: Moodring – Death Fetish
My skin’s so mutilated, singing the songs to make me stay.
My skin’s so mutilated, singing the songs to make me stay.
Sever the lines of life and guide your hands to mine.
Fleeting bliss will precede your fall from grace.
Bitter liquid sanctuary, bluish sight wait patiently.
You said truth is a wound that never closes, and I believed you.
My cuts are yours, your cuts are mine.
I dreamt of something bringing me toward a warmth I’ve longed for.
You should learn to find comfort in silence.
You are just an empty consumable.