ALBUM REVIEW: Closure in Moscow – Soft Hell
There must be a better way.
There must be a better way.
Better to mend than deny youth.
Bask in the glow of high spirits.
Now the paragon has poison in his veins.
I can’t speak, it’s all phonetic.
In silhouettes, we’ve been on the same page before.
I could leave this house but I won’t, there’s an echo that seems to live on.