Deadspace (AUS)
Deadspace (AUS)
Deadspace (AUS)
Deadspace (AUS)
Deadspace (AUS)
Deadspace (AUS)
Deadspace (AUS)
Deadspace (AUS)
The wind blows through my hollow skull
Like knives penetrating breaking wounds
The scorching of the bastard sun
A golden glow upon my olden scales
And now I know
That I am not alone
I am never alone
The empty sketches of the past
I strike a match and set it alight
For I have moved on at last
When winter comes
To wash the pain away
I’ll strike a match and set it all ablaze