ALBUM REVIEW: Beddy Rays – Beddy Rays
Just wanna sort it out.
Just wanna sort it out.
I am the darkness in your song.
Slipping out of focus.
Running into circles to find my own.
I’m waiting on a prayer that God will never hear.
Cold feet at the altar of fire. Inhale the ash until the lungs retire.
I promise that my pain won’t be your coffin nail.
I can hear the angels singing, as I see the world be laid to rest.
See me in the light beside the bed I was born.