ALBUM REVIEW: Thornhill – BODIES
Beneath your blade, my pain was made for you.
Beneath your blade, my pain was made for you.
I gave you nails hammered with the weight of your indifference.
A cleansing set in motion.
What you feel is the hole in your life.
Everything sacred finds its way to filthy hands.
In search of the triumph beyond obsidian euphoria.
One blow stained cement.
We’ll all drown together.
There is a ceaseless noise, ancient and horrendous.