The surface is so cold and worthless. All the things that I have still come from there. So paint your windows in front of my face. When you know damn well there's no one behind them. I wish your b
freedom is everything. resolve impossible. you prayed for rain. ignoring the flood. you took me with you. to heaven. back again. bleed to remember. that everything ends. blind and looking for
Artist AmericanHeadCharge. Song Self No sense of self. To balance it off Preconceived notions of something. That everyones gone Will I show up. With all that I have to give. Would you consider
pathetic sympathies. left for the bloody at heart. everything fades to *. evertyhing tears me apart. caustic insecurities. surface above the witheld. every time I need. everything I want. aest
burn the bed. consummated. rest the head. it just holds us back now. still she keeps on looking. of course 2x. nows theres nothing I hate as much. wet the lips. shut your pretty mouth. use th
the trait that is still. left on the killing floor for you. that smile as he still. itches for killing more of you. the taste as he still. catches me lasting to it. the recoil they still. dream
I know this much. I cant stand me. when I become him. I know this much. I dont feel free. when Im repentant. tell him this much. you dont want him. due to extra skin. tell him this much. you
My throat is dry when I. (stain it). keep the hate alive. (abuse it). your lips are tight when I. (to keep it from). cover them with mine. (running you). this is a sickness. (need it). you c
Im above everything else. saved the ones that shouldnt be. hold on to them all so youll. find yourself away from me. our lost faith strung out on a line. my most empathetic dreams of you. the so
Leaft me around. And nurse my broken wing. with all the promises. you can never honour. I just don't care enough. to react to vain attempts. sent only to pepetuate on selfish little world. you
walk with an impure mind. revelations unkind. abject dental of the flesh I feel. endure and make my mind. its never time to start. believing everything will all work out. bloody knuckles. empty
stink filled spasms. deep in a colostomy bag. I like being trapped inside. the plastics wearing out. red and perfect her legs. spread out in front of me. theyre so open they make me sweat. its
an overwhelming understanding. of chaos brings you to your knees. impurities make me the way I am. the dirt in my veins. the games on my thoughts. the stains on your face. they break apart. mot
Follow me now and I will drown you. Fill you full of reason. No windows I'll take you. To the dirty place that I love. Slipping on messes. You made when I hit you. Makes me more excitable. I'll