ALBUM REVIEW: Arm’s Length – There’s a Whole World Out There
When I check in, it’s like I’m feeling for a pulse.
When I check in, it’s like I’m feeling for a pulse.
Left out adrift in a glass casket.
Imagine a boot stamping on the human face, forever.
Our blood oils the machine, we’re going to watch it burn.
Shine eternal.
A crypt of flesh turned to stone
Cascade of time.
Music and metaphysics.
Do you think the stars care?