ALBUM REVIEW: Ghost Atlas – Dust of the Human Shape
Words like weathered footprints, of a size since evolved.
Words like weathered footprints, of a size since evolved.
Got a clockwork heart going overtime and a broken head that fell apart.
This is bigger than us, this is bigger than you.
Welcome to New Music Friday, where we wrap-up all of the releases from the week ranging from metalcore, hardcore, alternative and indie.
It can’t compete with bloodlines.
And pancakes for everyone with a grinning smile.
Oh, don’t be so solipsistic, you’re not the only one.
Everybody I’ve ever known is burning in hell.
What benefit is eloquence if I can’t call and tell my friends that I love them?