Unpure by We The North

Unpure
I want you to love me
I need to entrust you
In your hands, do you see me 
My young heart, believing

With hands of unpure
You’re a world of pain
Every moment breeds eternity
A sickening cure 
Glorified within 
Anything to quell your jealousy 

A candle for your lies
Unveiling your dark eyes
One + eighteen, they are my wounds
My young heart, with a blade through

With hands of unpure 
You’re a world of pain
Every moment breathes eternity
A sickening cure 
Glorified in sin  
Anything to quell your jealousy 

- Remembering Gannon Stauch -

• Electronic
• Nordic Noir
• Hong Kong