ALBUM REVIEW: The Comfort – Experience Everything Live and Die
We blossom in the infinite and we’ve still got our hands wrapped around their necks.
We blossom in the infinite and we’ve still got our hands wrapped around their necks.
Don’t feel like myself, songbird on the shelf.
I wish I’d only look and didn’t have to touch.
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It’s time to play hide and seek with my psychosis.
Time is a bastard and death is a cure.
Now I’m only chillin’ in front of God.
I’m by myself, and I can’t become no one else.
Oh desert rain, nothing’s here to stay.