ALBUM REVIEW: Sleep Token – This Place Will Become Your Tomb
We go beyond the farthest reaches, where the light bends and wraps beneath us.
We go beyond the farthest reaches, where the light bends and wraps beneath us.
What is my voice to you?
You’re the devil in my blood.
Need a touch of chaos on my lips.
And say hello to the sick, sick world?
You lie an inch apart on your own continuum, now keep the freak-show talk to a careful minimum.
Is this the hell that I have to pay?
Lights are off and all the exits are closed, he’s become the thing he fears the most.
Looking across the universal hallway