LIVE GALLERY: Ómoia, Monochrome & Insidious at The Six Six Bar, Cambridge, UK
This is the weight of silence.
This is the weight of silence.
A noose and rusted sheers during these trying times.
I hear my name being called – throw a handful of salt over my shoulder.
Because our lives go only forward and we die.
For the prophet of broken promise.
And when I’m called to be the bigger man, I couldn’t be more erect.
There’s a whole world out there and you would have never known.
My lungs are screaming to breathe you in.
Wither as we bloomed.