burningthewillow Songtexte
Feeding On Ashes
- Monday, at 9:01 PM
- The stalks hiss like children trying to enunciate without teeth
- Swimming in your pool of roses, drowning in your thorns
- Terror Management Theory
- If I don't quench this fire soon, I'll be gone forever
- The night is a mausoleum, holding the dead light of countless snuffed out stars
- The moon is a silver coin and my pockets are empty
