RASMUS BORGUDD:
we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine and the machine is bleeding to death
RASMUS BORGUDD:
...prepared in innocence to meet our king of glory
RASMUS BORGUDD:
the skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin orange haze
RASMUS BORGUDD:
the car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows
RASMUS BORGUDD:
you grabbed my hand and we fell into it
RASMUS BORGUDD:
the sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
RASMUS BORGUDD:
Infinite Horizons
RASMUS BORGUDD:
Blown-Out Joy From Heaven's Mercied Hole
RASMUS BORGUDD:
static
RASMUS BORGUDD:
Storm
RASMUS BORGUDD:
so did you think the end of the world is comming?
RASMUS BORGUDD:
Inside It All Feels the Same