i'm sorry that i put you in the picture,. i didn't think you'd hit your head so hard. the frame looks better all crooked on the wall,. kinda reminds me of the way we are-.
welcome to my revelation, reanimation. my anthem of regret-. two steps from my evisceration. my destination- where the rain meets the dust. and my only separation from my pain is my trimulus.
Prepare to meet your maker. Your unmaker, your remaker make yourself. Don't fake, you'll make the same mistakes. And if you are fed up then ask yourself why.
I've lost my footing. I'm hanging on by the brink. I'm stranded in a sea of hope. With not a drop to drink. . So I stand alone when I think. Because conformity can't be the solution.
is anybody out there?. have you been lost in the sky?. do you really need a miracle to open your eyes?. take a look around, mother fucking fantasy rides.
you'd better back up off this sucker punch. consequence, consequence-. fuck it, no more waiting for the world to turn. bloody as my smile dripping ear to ear.
Alright. . I've grown tired of all this emptiness. So deeper and deeper I dig into the dark. I'm searching for tools to patch me up. But the more I find the more I'm torn apart.
systematically layered beneath the understated-. border land calling me home. curiosity has taken its toll. empathetic- into the darkness i fall alone.
These bare walls hold a familiar theme. In this my home and happy hell. The pain I've seen within this empty dream. Locked and barred inside myself. .
Unos, unos unicos. Solo y la voz, solo y en parte soy. Solo Recorriendo y siendo hoy voy. Uno y dos, Unos y unidos. Unos conscientes, unos unicos. . Slo acompaando y solo estoy.
Blanco nos dieron del noventa y cincorsario. De hidalgo en la T.V que mamadar paso. Sin huarache y memo. No sellevandalismo no es lo mismo. . Si la vendemente de amarte a mearte.
Ruido que ruido que. No me chingues te lo digo. El motivo de entender. Es no te dejes convencer. . Esconder la informacioacuten. No es muy buena solucioacuten.
Sangre de mi sangre. pateas a la cara a los pueblos con hambre. tu credo imperialista. no deja vista a la realidad. azul-ro pintaron azul-roquemaron. azul rojo raza de cobre.
Mi tierra definitavamente es cuadrada. Libertad con cadenas no me sirve para nada. Quien se va, quien se queda. . A quien le importa una chingada. No esperemos como perros.
Our fathered fears, begotten here,. Embraced in form of chivalry. Now lace our hearts to our sword. For our fears we live. For our fears we fight. For our fears we die.