ALBUM REVIEW: Devin Townsend – Lightwork
Now I’m only chillin’ in front of God.
Now I’m only chillin’ in front of God.
Drink from the flowing gold, until it molds to your soul.
We don’t have time. Time has us.
Why do the dead have to bear the weight?
I can’t speak, it’s all phonetic.
The voyage of all our lungs.
I’m by myself, and I can’t become no one else.
I’m moving on to what’s best for me.
The great decay is on its way.