ALBUM REVIEW: Scalp – Not Worthy of Human Compassion
Conspire to find the ending of me.
Conspire to find the ending of me.
The brightest beacons in the sky are coalescing together.
Turn to black these gothic dreams.
We call for paradise, unperfected and wild.
If I am a God, then you’ll meet your un-maker.
I’ve been talking to my conscience, it’s soft-spoken and self-conscious.
I think I saw you in the night before my eyes, I can’t define.
“Open up your heart and let the devil in.”
“Nameless is the loss of such unsacred bond.”