ALBUM REVIEW: Thornhill – BODIES
Beneath your blade, my pain was made for you.
Beneath your blade, my pain was made for you.
All hail next gen, can I get an amen?
There is a chain that I don’t believe in, there is a strain on the tempered ceiling.
Hope you find help you need so your soul can change.
You can copy the face, but you can’t recreate the taste.
Are you happy now? Will you ever be?
Oh, I swear it’s the last fucking time that I let you let me down.
Your time’s up, now there’s hell to pay.
A raging fire from the depths of hell, a wicked foe.