ALBUM REVIEW: Scowl – Are We All Angels
Everything sacred finds its way to filthy hands.
Everything sacred finds its way to filthy hands.
I wanna feel the sun until I’m blind.
Cut you out, but you spread like a virus.
My head is a highway all the time.
Pick a side. Hang on. Love.
War is coming, don’t give up.
“Can you tell me why it’s always raining when I take you home?”
Patience, that’s all we need.
Repeating your name for all of my life.