ALBUM REVIEW: concealer. – this room could be heaven
Sever the lines of life and guide your hands to mine.
Sever the lines of life and guide your hands to mine.
Fleeting bliss will precede your fall from grace.
You’re always here, you’re all I hear.
My cuts are yours, your cuts are mine.
Welcome to New Music Friday, where we round-up all of the week’s releases from metalcore, hardcore, alternative and indie.
We got to know some pain to show we’re still here.
Chasing moments and hoping they invoke hits, hope is all you’ve got.
For the prophet of broken promise.
And when I’m called to be the bigger man, I couldn’t be more erect.