Pale Drone piosenki

The time is coming…you can taste it. Vibrant faces have been replaced with pallid, shapeless, warped and weightless organ cases. You can taste it. Run and lock your doors up tight and bar the basement windows. Block the sunlights awful rays from penetrating an...

bullshit and "oh, no...I fucked up and now I'm paying for my weakness with false hope." Fuck you, your fucking soft shell, and your worthless pleadings for a fair trial while you're tied up, crying and kneeling. There are things your faith cannot repair. This...

Old ghosts, mourning their forfeited souls, bore holes in our comfortable homes. Cold slowly burrows catacombs through their lonely bones. No joke. No guff, bro. We're all broken and slow. Get that cash. Slay that gash. Go! Go! Go! Don't fail. Go for gold. Go...

There's pride in ownership. It's fucking ours. The sky, the earth below our swollen feet, the air inhaled, the moon and all which looms above; it's all been fucking claimed and sold. Send the rocket's red glare roaring high above to claim an ounce of moon dust...

Pour the gas. Strike the match. Feed the flames. Bless this inferno. Let the glow flicker slowly and grow. Bask in the all-consuming mass of ash, flash and fast-burning cascade of erasure. Let it go until there’s no way of showing there was anything here. Summ...

Mark these words as gospel truth: The things you love are killing you. Every perfect moment is conspiring to eviscerate you. Savour each sensual second...its texture. It's coming to an end, my friend, and nothing's going to stop it. Brace yourself. Time is rac...