ALBUM REVIEW: L.S. Dunes – Violet
We’ll keep on pushing on and on until the memory’s dead.
We’ll keep on pushing on and on until the memory’s dead.
Descending into madness, sickness, psychopathic fucking visions.
Once, the ground was opening up like a rift in the world.
Boy like a bruise, cutting strings on your balloons. Tell me what am I to do when you’re away?
Tightrope walk a fine thread through this abattoir world.
Just a thousand more afternoons till I’m with you.
I want an angel in the snow to hold my cold body.
Do you think the stars care?
Flokefull veg frå fyrndetid.