Concrete hives and waking lights all across the skyline
From your towers of ivory you gaze and you dictate
But there's no love in your silky touch - no remains of empathy
This jungle made of glass will warp inside your grasp and all its history will vanish and retract
Beneath the glitter and the smoke, we'll sharpen our rusty knives
2020 • Summits of Despondency
2020 • Summits of Despondency
2020 • Summits of Despondency
2020 • Summits of Despondency
2020 • Summits of Despondency
2020 • Summits of Despondency
2020 • Summits of Despondency
2020 • Summits of Despondency
2020 • the darkening
2020 • Summits of Despondency
2020 • Summits of Despondency
2020 • Summits of Despondency