EP REVIEW: Tired Minds – The Body Is A Burden
Flood of brick mortar rule the rest.
Flood of brick mortar rule the rest.
It’s not enough to say the words.
The depth of your voice is all we need.
We wilt, we rot / we decay as we’re forgot
Maybe there’s a specter in my veins.
Piled up clothes of those we lost, frail barricades for frail fates.
Pockets full of puddled blood.
Looking across the universal hallway