ALBUM REVIEW: Capstan – Separate
Burning crimson red, I was a moth into your flame.
Burning crimson red, I was a moth into your flame.
Thoughts not worth their salt, gold in the womb
Just sing a little pop song, and everyone will love you.
This is bloody knuckles and I’ll show you how to play.
You burned all your bridges.
A sure disaster, forever after, with no remedy.
I wouldn’t be who I’d be without ya.
Your shades of blue left me painted violet and indigo.
Tearing my roots from the ground.