Portraits framed with salvation's lie. Hands out, littered by knives. How I soared into lust filled skies, and when I fell it burnt like fire. I've been poured out, and this itch has bled me dry. Dehydrated by those goddamn eyes. My only trophy, my goddamn pride. And now nothing's where I still reside. My harlot's heart now cyanide. So whisper words that lay me down. Place my head in this hollow crown. And when I die, I won't be found, because I'm barely dust not worthy of the ground. Portraits framed with salvation's lie. Hands out littered by knives. And now nothing's where I still reside. My harlot's heart now cyanide.
Everything HAAL has created to date has been spectacular. My initial thoughts after listening to this new release was that their first effort was better, but the more I listen to this one it seems to have overtaken the debut. Can't really go wrong with either one, but the title track here is top notch. Scott A Smith