ALBUM REVIEW: Tribe of Ghosts – CITY
Slave to the trauma we’ve been subjected to.
Slave to the trauma we’ve been subjected to.
Sin made me born of ash.
Some quiet dream comes to bleed.
Anxieties on top of anxieties.
Endure, overcome.
Each day, time drops a tiny death at your door.
Your God is a worm.
Let the water in just enough to drown.
Dimensions unfold in layered daze.