ALBUM REVIEW: The Last Ten Seconds Of Life – No Name Graves
Sick sad gospel created by man.
Sick sad gospel created by man.
Let me tell you a tale about a kid who’s fucked up just like me.
Death isn’t coming for me; I bled him dry.
A further showing of violence.
The best day of my life was the moment that I died.
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
An angel heaven sent, was this meant to be?