
Date of issue: 16.09.2021
Song language: English
inherited wealth |
Surely I could coax a globe |
To the fulcrum of my brow |
Refracted light through my eyes |
Finds a smile in a scowl |
But what of the Hell |
That tugs at my tendons concerned of only itself? |
And what of the house |
Supposing that’s something I should be concerned about? |
Age of promise |
Age of willful indiscretion |
Age of relics |
Age of tombs stood proud of their toil |
I’m still brandishing disdain |
Still shooing at the thought of old haunts |
For every recollection |
There’s always an interaction with your ghost |
I know its a fool’s errand |
Redecorating the room |
I know its a fool’s errand |
Redecorating the space |
I know its a fool’s errand |
Redecorating the room |
I know its a fool’s errand |
Redecorating the space |
All I saw was the blood on the stairs |
The shards of glass in the yard didn’t arrive from a leisurely walk |
All I saw was the blood on the stairs |
The shards of glass in the yard didn’t arrive from a leisurely walk |
All I saw was the blood on the stairs |
The shards of glass in the yard didn’t arrive from a leisurely walk |
All I saw was the blood on the stairs |
The shards of glass in the yard didn’t arrive from a leisurely walk |