ALBUM REVIEW: Hidden Mothers – Erosion / Avulsion
Far too young to simply make your peace. Far too old to not keep promises.
Far too young to simply make your peace. Far too old to not keep promises.
Hanging onto the razor’s edge.
ou are more beautiful than the night.
I scorch the skies before your very eyes.
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.