ALBUM REVIEW: Periphery – Periphery V: Djent Is Not A Genre
Here I sit like a marionette, strings on my limbs, rope on my neck.
Here I sit like a marionette, strings on my limbs, rope on my neck.
So you keep me sharp and test my worth in blood.
Keep an eye on the road or we will both be here forever.
Vacant rooms now filled with grief. Wait for me deep in the space between.
Didn’t I tell you not to look at the walls?
The blessings rain on battles in the heaven’s arms.
Here I sit like a marionette, strings on my limbs, rope on my neck.
The binding of Elders, the rending of worlds. With dark winds in the sails of Theseus unfurled.
Death settles in the air, painting the clouds in red with no mercy to spare.