ALBUM REVIEW: Dreamwake – The Lost Years
Hold the weight of my mistakes and take my hand.
Hold the weight of my mistakes and take my hand.
We told them all to fear us and they parted ways to let us through.
The sun would blind them if they could see.
Lead us to where the owls cry in the night.
My lover is the hanged man.
A choice presented by a universe suspended in time.
The best part of being yourself is that you can’t do it wrong.
Står jag evigt blind.
Hold a mirror to your bigotry. A piss poor display of society.