ALBUM REVIEW: Soot Sprite – Wield Your Hope Like a Weapon
Not your carbon copy, baby.
Not your carbon copy, baby.
The feeling has left you without the words to make this real.
Growing tired losing everyone I knew.
All you get is this performance, we’re all performing anyhow.
Consume the flames in which we bathe in
My head’s in clouds, I’ll never rain down.
You are the one that shines.
De kinderdroom die is dan dood. Maar de man in mij zet voort.
Boy like a bruise, cutting strings on your balloons. Tell me what am I to do when you’re away?