The heroin makes shallow breaths
Hold me like a child
I want to be sick near you
Swaddle me in warmth
And watch me fade
Watch me fade from here
To be young
Not fear what's coming next
Not count the pulses left
To be young
Not fear what's coming next
Not count the pulses left
There is no band currently that approaches their sound with such terrifying rawness as Piranesi. Every scream is horrifying and earned, each chord panicked but mesmerizing, and the drums trample you. Fox Wound