The pain of the past
That haunts these halls
A painting entraps
And hangs on the wall
Infernos burn in your
Inheritance
Ablaze in the past
And present tense
The dead will rise when she's inside
And bodies lay beside her
They're still alive, devoured by
Bloodthirsty dogs and spiders
The incense burns
And she's aglow
The tables turn
But how could she know?
She's begging them to let her
Stay for more but
The gates of hell are open
And they're beating down your door
The dead will rise when she's inside
And bodies lay beside her
They're still alive, devoured by
Bloodthirsty dogs and spiders
The bodies lay beside her
Dogs and spiders
How white her eyes were
Lay beside her
this whole thing is a flashback to my adolescent years.. through the firing sounds of catbite and the roaring vocals of Laura Jane Grace this is a must have qapla138
This album, much like the previous one, just manages to capture a lot of the experience of being a walking disaster of a person, but maybe one who might be learning to deal with that fact for a change.
Trust Me is a hell of a track; it's always nice to be reminded now and again that I need I need I need I need help. vincentavatar