Slateman / Wound ’91

Your blood on my hands Your blood on my hands Grey machines Dying ocean Slateman With your hand on my heart I need air With your hand on my heart I'll still survive Slateman Your blood on my hands Your blood on my hands Grey machines Dying ocean

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Survival in buildings Stand still, shut-in Streets are empty The miserable trails You move with such grace You must be silent The prayer ruse I'm dying from the wound.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025