ALBUM REVIEW: Final Gasp – New Day Symptoms
For the prophet of broken promise.
For the prophet of broken promise.
Fuck fighting demons, invite them around…
That same place where the flowers never grow.
I watched you shapeshift in front of me.
Let us become the flower. Rise up, blossom.
So pull the skin back from my bones.
I’m at the end of my rope.
I hear my voice echo through you.
New and always sunny / Do you taste the honey?