ALBUM REVIEW: We Came As Romans – Darkbloom
Eyes wide open but I wish I was dreaming.
Eyes wide open but I wish I was dreaming.
I’m building walls to climb just to believe in something more.
It’s better than devil you know, than the devil you don’t.
You come alive when you watch me die.
You can sing while my spirit starves.
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?