Every Time I Die Form Metal’s Newest Supergroup: Better Lovers
How far are you willing to reach?
How far are you willing to reach?
Maybe there’s a specter in my veins.
Get to the fountain of youth and give thanks when it’s made of oil.
Did you miss me?
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.