EP Review: Year of the Knife – Dust to Dust
All alone in pits of shame, only have yourself to blame.
All alone in pits of shame, only have yourself to blame.
These veins are where the hate flows.
It’s all coming back around.
Delusions of grandeur used to subdue doubt.
Avert your eyes so you won’t have to see, the countless lives lost to apathy
You come alive when you watch me die.
By what means does my life cling?
Your phantom data has been unwritten all is forgiven.
Transfixed upon the imperfections.