Holy Eyes by Nila Bonda

I found a chest of leather-bound books,
Old and worn from age.
I read about your thoughts on life then laughed and burned every goddamn page.
Every goddamn page.

Drag me down to hell,
I was on my way down anyway.
Someone promised to keep me warm but I'm cold here every day.
Every day.

There's a strange look on your face,
You couldn't tell me what you had to say, you barely made a sound.
For months it echoed off the walls,
I cringed and burned this whole damn house to the ground.

Drag me down to hell,
I was on my way down anyway.
Someone promised to keep me warm but I'm cold here every day.
Every day.

Drag me down.
Drag me down.
Drag me down.

• Alt Rock
• Australia Music
• Brisbane music
• Rock
• new artist
• Brisbane