I drove the highways of a skeleton coast
Salt and sea, tapped mysteries into the keys
I wrote an opus of distorted truths
A symphony to crashing waves of victory
I am a ghostwriter
Pretend I am forever young
I bleed every ribbon dry
Waiting for my day to come
Tamerlane, my poor soul in a last refrain
An endless storm rattles on my windowpane
Creaking floors, lost voices of a thousand wars
The fire roars
How long can we sing the same old tired songs?
How long can we tread water?
The shore is only getting smaller
Will somehow managed to make it sound like the band was playing in an empty bar. Maybe that's what they were going for? (I wouldn't be surprised) luna_m
The verse "Can't even buy a coffee without exploiting someone" got me. It really hits hard. For the entire length of the album it felt like the end of the world.
But to be perfectly honest, it's just how life is these days. And it's fucked up. szczur
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