tasteofink. - Polar | Lyrics
There comes a soft rain that waters the ground No body in sight, no ear for a sound I forfend an entrance for stairs to the clouds A deafening silence to which this amounts
tasteofink. - Malnourished | Lyrics
Hear my son, your father's instruction And forsake not the mother's teaching Now starve for the lord, a cult made God We'll all bow down and learn what we're taught
tasteofink. - Crutch | Lyrics
Wandering impaired No road ahead, I’m drawing a blank An amusement only quenched through using Disfigurement, not a mind that’s thriving Meandering nowhere A new day, a blank