Timeless tired train wrecks ripped from lovers' throats. They found me floating under a bridge. Ghosts swim through these veins, their sorrow pumps my blood. They found me floating and my ghost will never haunt.
Track Name: VI.
Overcrowded pleasures and seizuring gestures sent from spoiled hands. We remain among the lost. Clouding swells, we can feel it in our bones. This ship is sinking. We'll burn this bridge on our way in.
Track Name: V.
Trembling hands hold no hearts. Your chest is a vacant shell, your throat is a hollowed vessel.