ALBUM REVIEW: Periphery – Periphery V: Djent Is Not A Genre
Here I sit like a marionette, strings on my limbs, rope on my neck.
Here I sit like a marionette, strings on my limbs, rope on my neck.
So you keep me sharp and test my worth in blood.
Keep an eye on the road or we will both be here forever.
Vacant rooms now filled with grief. Wait for me deep in the space between.
Each time we battle, the blood and the fury takes us a little higher.
Didn’t I tell you not to look at the walls?
The solitude of endless longing.
The blessings rain on battles in the heaven’s arms.
There is an eldritch evil that runs so deep that its river poisons the stars.