I called a sex line to talk to you
Static skipped on the screen
The numbers blurred into
I'd trade my own life for a day or two
Keep my head underwater
Soft light leads my view
I called a sex line to talk to you
Static skipped on the screen
The numbers blurred into
I'd trade my own life for you
Keep my head underwater
Soft lights lead my view
I'm left broken
Broken
Wandering alone
Left broken
Left wandering
Broken
Left wandering
Wandering
Left wandering
All alone
Broken
Left wandering
Broken
Left wandering
Left wandering
Left wandering
Alone
We're broken
Left wandering
Broken
Left wandering
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