ALBUM REVIEW: The Darling Fire – Distortions
We’re all pretenders, walking through dreams.
We’re all pretenders, walking through dreams.
I mourn for what was tomorrow.
The drug consumed our minds. Do we even exist when we feel alive?
I only love you when you’re gone, lonely hearts just don’t belong.
Does it change the way you see me?
Choo choo.
Disfigured by the stale embrace of saints.
Step softly into the inevitable new world of the underground.
I hope that it’s cancer, and not something else.