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.
Caught in time, moving backwards.
Dimensions unfold in layered daze.
A man is waiting for me at the end of the universe.
You know you’re one of the pack.
I have been a moonshiner ever since I been born.
A man is waiting for me at the end of the universe.
I am limp in somber hope.