ALBUM REVIEW: Toronto Is Broken – TORONTOISBROKEN
I was spat out by the mouth of a god.
I was spat out by the mouth of a god.
Is my name safe in your mouth?
You can copy the face, but you can’t recreate the taste.
Somewhere out in the distance, our fate will be found.
I feel your warmth, but I evade it.
Life is cruel and empty.
I’m not something you can tame that easy.
In empty spaces, the veins swell bright.
My eyes are bloodshot, and I’ve seen it all before.