ALBUM REVIEW: thoughtcrimes – Altered Pasts
Keyhole romances keep the artistry in surveillance.
Keyhole romances keep the artistry in surveillance.
Let me devour you, because the camera always eats first.
Chains of my despair drag the weight through my lungs.
Recite the prayers from the pages lost.
All things begin and end here.
I’m still singing your praise in the end.
The gift of death is such a blessing for us.