ALBUM REVIEW: Until I Wake – Inside My Head
We’ll carry the torches for those who have died.
We’ll carry the torches for those who have died.
Becoming the catalyst of my own fate.
Get to the fountain of youth and give thanks when it’s made of oil.
Now I’m rewriting history, please let the apple fall far from the tree.
Old gospel, cold shoulder, I let you go.
Hell isn’t hot enough.
What’s a life worth living when the future is filled with dread?
Did you miss me?
Tongue tied in distress, buried in your favourite dress.