ALBUM REVIEW: Lee McKinney — In the Light of Knowledge
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We were refined in the fire, bent and contorted to aspire.
Explain the weight that’s tied around my neck.
How many more mothers have to bury their sons? You sick motherfucker.
Don’t you feel like there might be a place to escape to, somewhere for you outside?
Let’s search the sky for a while, you and I.
Is becoming numb a sin?
Falling asleep to the sun on the edge of a knife, did you know I’m the one?
I am not my illness, I am not my past mistakes.