LIVE GALLERY: Full of Hell, The Body, Jarhead Fertilizer and Jad at Castle and Falcon, Birmingham
There’s no peace in your halls
Only dereliction
There’s no peace in your halls
Only dereliction
Yeah, well, this goes out to them, you know who you are.
Faceless we’ve become, hoping that hope is enough.”
Fickle bones vibrate, in tender mortal skin, marrow boils, from the pressure within.
Clouds of misery, there’s something in the air, These scars are shallow, Dip your hands into the well to see through this pain.
Keep your hand held high and you’ll find out why; that this raised fist ain’t afraid to fly.
Falling for the promise of the emptiness machine.
I am a man, tough as the land, built to endure, built to withstand.
We’re not meant to die with the inside unknown.