ALBUM REVIEW: Birds in Row – Gris Klein
Piled up clothes of those we lost, frail barricades for frail fates.
Piled up clothes of those we lost, frail barricades for frail fates.
A raging fire from the depths of hell, a wicked foe.
This is a sign of the times.
By what means does my life cling?
Won’t somebody give me what I want.
Even inside a dream, this world has no meaning.
It’s a cloudy day again in my head.
You can take my body, just leave my mind.
Doom and Reform.