ALBUM REVIEW: Frail Body – Artificial Bouquet
A vacant hospital room to pack.
A vacant hospital room to pack.
The open sea, the seafarer’s lonely tomb.
Thatcherite neoliberalism and the slow-burning disaster.
Nothing can pierce through an armour this tough.
It’s not enough to say the words.
They will tell you who they see / but you know who you are.
Be the cold in my lungs where i like you the most.