ALBUM REVIEW: Volumes – Mirror Touch
I’ve been overdrawn, absence veiled by attention.
I’ve been overdrawn, absence veiled by attention.
A touch like a blade to the skin.
Misunderstood books, power over wisdom, they’ve poisoned the roots.
Give me your hands, I never knew, what this feeling would do to you.
Under the gun and you’ve hit the wall.
Hold onto each other, because there is beauty in this being over.
How do you swallow the feeling of impending doom?
Keep your hand held high and you’ll find out why; that this raised fist ain’t afraid to fly.
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