Misery Signals.

And I can't pretend anymore to be a part of this

And I'll leave my burdens at the door

But I'll never walk here again

Untitled.

You wonder why you hurt.

You ask god why you?

He replys saying

'The same reason why you sit in the garden and pick the pettles off flowers'

trashy words trashy fists.

come on' stand up.
show me whats this all about.
come on' stand up.
show the crowd what they want to hear.
grab your friends, drag them down.
your to fake to be in the real world.

Just a scratch

my heart is a sleepwalker.
lingers across your sheets.
im a messy handwriter,
im all over the place.
place me some acoustics.
make me fall all under.