IV. from concrete & glass by shallov

we shall love all those smoked-grey skies, and love all those star drawn pictures | and raise our sight high to reach them, let our hearts forget our home - dead battlefields | cause i feel that soon were over, our end is nigh | and in all its beauty we're blessed to witness our thrive in a great downfall - we burn alive | and i swear my friend that we're not brought here to suffer, and all your pain once will be over | so kiss these life-drawn scars and look straight in her deep blue eyes | raise your voice above the sorrow and leave this world to die tomorrow | let's admire the worn hands of the old and leave our shoulders for the heads of the youth | and live - lie, rob and kill

• Punk
• emo
• emocore
• post-hardcore
• post-rock
• screamo
• Bratislava