same banks and ending up with counterfeits. my muscles are burnt to shit and this might be all i have left. but someone once said when you start to burn your bones
for breakfast, better cook up mine for it's the most important meal you will ever have. Enjoy tonight because tomorrow I will force this straw deep into your
There's a smile hidden in everyone's step and for every step taken a piece of us begs to stay together. Maybe everything I know is just made up, but
Our heads are a couple of cases and i am everything and miserable without you. three thousand miles can hold so much. these miles of land. the land is
A call to arms across this golden land. The hearts of the future are pulsing in your hands. And it's on me to heal them, and it's on them to need it,
wake up tomorrow but that's just fine. we're done with what we're looking for. i am living under your skin. you wear my teeth around your neck and start
Built to walk the plank, No wagons this time, Just sails ships and hearts, We've crossed the maps of punk rock, And taken all we mock, And tied it up
so while your hands are around my neck make them into fists and choke this engine. because every night feels like sandpaper down my throat and i hate your
against you and all around your bloody name. so you can tear me to shreds and i can beg for the forgiveness that is so popular now. i love your name
The scornful face of saturation, scorn, and heartless compassion. A fully synthetic being functioning solely on a drive for acceptance, appeal, absence
give me hell. count my bones. break thishex. let me have this satisfaction tonight and we can share a pulse. just keep in mind that this could all
