ALBUM REVIEW: Pijn – From Low Beams Of Hope
Each day, time drops a tiny death at your door.
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.
A man is waiting for me at the end of the universe.
A man is waiting for me at the end of the universe.
Clipped like a young rose.
I am limp in somber hope.
Climbing to darkness, shedding the light.