ALBUM REVIEW: Soot Sprite – Wield Your Hope Like a Weapon
Not your carbon copy, baby.
Not your carbon copy, baby.
We are sealed to our fate yet we pray at their shrines.
The parasites and the nightmares call out my name.
Welcome to New Music Friday, where we wrap-up all of the releases from the week ranging from metalcore, hardcore, alternative and indie.
Nobody dies but the pain remains.
You’re like an angel’s song. I’m on my knees, waiting for the sound.
A flower doomed to decay as each petal wilts away.
Who can I trust with tomorrow?
Burnt to the ground only to be reassembled out of its cinder.