ALBUM REVIEW: Orthodox – A Door Left Open
Put under dirt while the blood’s still warm.
Put under dirt while the blood’s still warm.
Tapped out and tearing at the seams.
Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.
I am not what you want, what you want is long gone.
The cure is falling like rain, look towards heaven.
It’s saccharine, this sacrament of lies.
The best part of being yourself is that you can’t do it wrong.
Like a last breath, smothered by the wind.
I saw you running. I felt your burning hand. Now I realize. Now I understand.