ALBUM REVIEW: Tribe of Ghosts – CITY
Slave to the trauma we’ve been subjected to.
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.
Blur reality to make it real.
This void forever growing.
Let’s meet where the fallen stars bit on the Earth in broken memories.
Sabbath bloody sabbath.