ALBUM REVIEW: Phobophilic – Enveloping Absurdity
Searching for the ideal unity of infinity.
Searching for the ideal unity of infinity.
Does anybody else know how I feel?
Do you kiss your mother with a mouth like that?
As we pull their wings off, one by one.
I am nothing, I am no one.
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.