I'm whatever you want me to be. Perception means nothing; My life is just as meaningless as yours. We are all clueless.
Dead eyes, I only call you when you're in my dreams
Died too young, the culling then, it was obscene.
I am depleted by love.
I am depleted by love.
I'll never tell the secrets of my family.
Bled out, a cult of anonymity.
The kettle is wheeling, my love,
Riding on the back of a hell they caused.
"my obsession, it's my creation."
me and my love of the unknown
st. vessel's soundtrack
"my obsession, it's my creation."