ALBUM REVIEW: Fit For An Autopsy – The Nothing That Is
Only the dead know the end, may we meet again.
Only the dead know the end, may we meet again.
I have stared deep into the abyss.
Time’s a thief, you used to say.
I scorch the skies before your very eyes.
Slave to the trauma we’ve been subjected to.
Would you follow me into the black?
“I always had more fun saying yes than no.”
Why do we grasp at eternity, when we know it will leave us behind?
As the sun rises on a new day / as we strode to the mountaintop.