if I'd permit myself the time, but procrastination is most beguiling in the night.
I discover how full of shit I really am, devoid of a moral compass or a viable plan.
grain of salt, grain of sand, all is for nothing, nothing at all.
I cant trust myself to suffer the fall .
the smoke stains my skin.
permeates through my pores, solidify my ire into cancerous dire.
it sits right in my stomach .
it claws at my throat.
I'm retching by the hour.
I'm all alone.
my lovers repugnance was hard earned.
and my friends slander is well deserved, with my war gait, worn knees give way to the cynicism, all melts away in the flame.
and all else melts away in the cynic flame, I'm burning, an epidemic of ignorance spreads through the youth.
but you'll feign indifference, undermine the truth, so you've got the vision, then pave the way, for the next new noise to take conjectures place.
take the sordid place, take it.
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