ALBUM REVIEW: The Last Ten Seconds of Life – The Dead Ones
Hold on tight to all of your gold just to rot in the fucking dirt.
Hold on tight to all of your gold just to rot in the fucking dirt.
A dance of the damned, where all life is equalized and undone.
You said truth is a wound that never closes, and I believed you.
Did you get what you wanted?
A heart of violence with a first of defiance.
Let the land take what is lost and the whispers fade into the void.
There’s just the street and the game, and what happened here today.
Nothing remains. Nothing is safe. No Mistakes.
What if the diamond days are all gone?