piece together particle by particle smash at everything complete arrange in sequence so some semblence can be reached distorted dreams of dying in my
shot down) face cleanly ripped in two (can't tell which one is you) apprehension about who you are (how far is too far?) is the line blurred just for
blow off that depressant top what remains is not fluf pick that ladder climb up just don't jump float above no need to fly dunk those bastards pass them
Life in penasquitos is so tragic my dear jill, Shoot that dope and load the gun and take your little pill. Asked her on a murder spree but she won't
i'm feeling good when i'm feeling low i feel like telling you where to go you say "let it it out tell me i'm your bro trust me" then you tell everyone
how many times will it splinter before it breaks? and if i stumble will i fall or be the better for it all? they say they're coming by today but no one
i'm jaded and i won't fall for anything there;s a hole in my head but i can't see out. ship to shore our captains lost become ceramic and turned to dust dredge for
well i don't know how this all started but right now the skin i've lost is just sitting there and it hurts to much to reach out and grab it. slap it
was so normal as a lad, kissed his mom and hugged his dad and his freinds the fun they had, playing war and acting bad, the days went on but time stood
An artery of held back emotions has burst The thread of this fabric has lost its wax And I've become unglued, there's nothing I can do to make a fist
