LIVE GALLERY: Parkway Drive, Thy Art is Murder and The Amity Affliction at the Utilita Arena, Birmingham
We’re walking the darkest roads, within chests carved with regret.
We’re walking the darkest roads, within chests carved with regret.
Swarming inside it starts to breathe.
Cold, dead skin soft to the touch, I am now aroused.
Vigils are held by the western wall.
The best part of me is gone.
I can feel them watching me while I’m learning to survive.
Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread.
Our bodies are a graveyard from which we will rise again.
We are the last of the invading hordes.