ALBUM REVIEW: OBEYER – Chemical Well
Joyless figures, all perfectly dosed. All immersed, sullen and cold.
Joyless figures, all perfectly dosed. All immersed, sullen and cold.
Let infinity speak to me.
Shimmering in the grey, living for yesterday, wishing we had stayed.
I tore a hole in the fabric of time just to bring you home.
I reach into the dark.
Seeking solace in a wave of broken fading ghosts.
I never blamed you for seeking escape.
Let me see before it takes me once again.
In the quietest place, I hear the loudest screams.