ALBUM REVIEW: Fuming Mouth – Last Day of Sun
Rest in piss.
Rest in piss.
I would let it burn down before becoming a sacrifice.
Hold your breath for the rapture and watch it look through your eyes.
There is a chain that I don’t believe in, there is a strain on the tempered ceiling.
Pride, vanity, meaningless crowns.
Hope you find help you need so your soul can change.
Turn away. Turn inward
I’m with you forever.
Praying it’s not my choice when it’s my turn to die.