EP REVIEW: Spiritbox – The Fear of Fear
There is a chain that I don’t believe in, there is a strain on the tempered ceiling.
There is a chain that I don’t believe in, there is a strain on the tempered ceiling.
Bree breeeeeeeee.
The swarm of greater ills frothing at the fang
It flows in your fake blood.
No leaves left on the tree of life.
Unquenchable Thirst…
One foundation deeply rooted, intemporal.
Why am I the one that you’ve chosen?
Failure will follow you wherever you may go.