ALBUM REVIEW: Fleshwater – We’re Not Here To Be Loved
I wish I’d only look and didn’t have to touch.
I wish I’d only look and didn’t have to touch.
Go back to basics.
I appeared in your arms as if I had been born there.
But you need somebody to paint all your dreams
From the fire I am christened.
It’s time to play hide and seek with my psychosis.
Time is a bastard and death is a cure.
Too far gone to let this stop.
Death settles in the air, painting the clouds in red with no mercy to spare.