ALBUM REVIEW: Aborted – Vault Of Horrors
Behold the reckoning.
Behold the reckoning.
It’s like I’m hanging from a tree and you won’t cut me down.
The open sea, the seafarer’s lonely tomb.
All these false led prayers that never gave me peace.
Hey man, best you walk away.
Entrails of the God Machine.
The candle snuffed out, let me fucking sleep.
Swaying like there’s no ceiling, I feel so absent.
Desire to feel nothing.