i'll come bearing gifts
glaciers as far as the eye can see
if there's something worse than a year of this
please show me and i'll erase it.
sleep here in desolation
while black suits go find better friends
we need evolution not a revolution
there's a cluster fuck of self satisfaction down here
im surprised i won't be out for days
no sun and no light
who would need such contradictions of themselves
when they're both
i'll never live, fuck, or breath
in this town again
humans, we are but a drop of sand in a pointless time glass
maybe a kiss or an unexpected enlightenment
when did the track marks turn into riffs
i could do a rail of art and come back for more
such a stereo typical whore who's soft at the core
air songs to play up her grace
but she'll always be second rate
she'll always be just as fake
she'll always be last place