Audrey Horne

Out in the open, out on the ocean. On the horizon, your black sails are fading... again. We gave you our blessing and our absolution. The day you return here, we will be waiting... for you. Well, we know, these vultures will guide you across the hori

How often do you ask yourself this, what's the value of my broken soul? Could I trade it in for better days now? Would it make it any easier? Purgatory 'cause of little white lies, purgatory 'cause of half told truths. Who pays for the ferry ticket?