The dark confines, My scars to keep me safe.
Our hearts a wound, and you want it this way.
Thoughts of you they feed, feed me something grave.
My minds a war-field I wish to end.
I hang myself now to ever sleep.
Inside the empty void of me.
We’re all matter yet nothing keeps.
I blame myself, I blame myself
She, she never kept me sane
I’ve slipped wasting away
Asphyxiated on your last words I read
Snakes disguised as roses will manipulate
I hang myself now to ever sleep.
Inside the empty void of me.
We’re all matter yet nothing keeps.
I blame myself, I blame myself
I hang myself now to ever sleep.
Inside the empty void of me.
We’re all matter yet nothing keeps.
I blame myself I hang myself (to ever sleep)
I hang myself now to ever sleep.
Inside the empty void of me.
Nothing matters we are weak.
I blame myself, I hang myself.
A killer re-release of a rare solo post-punk LP from 1988 by the frontman of Taste of Decay and Garden of Pleasures. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 17, 2022
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