Founds total 31 songs
Sleep Paralysis Or The Sound Of Something Trying Not To Make A Sound
It was somewhere around Sheffield where my conscious concedes. Fiction halts, the drugs began to wear thin, oh. Colored obvious, the world slid off it's tilt.
Smoke And Mirrors And More Smoke
Comatose, feed my head with liberty. Ive got an appetite for deceit. Im done, well done, stick a fork in me. Cover me in apathy, discreetly and distinct able.
The Short Week Begins With Longing
Are you up in the middle of the night. Trying to figure out where things went wrong and they did. Just another semi-bummer weekend. . It seems hard to find a home for the words.
The Short Weekend Begins With Longing
Are you up in the middle of the night. Trying to figure out where things went wrong and they did. Just another semi-bummer weekend. . It seems hard to find a home for the words.
This Year's Fashion
Head trip on the scene again. Pumping in the veins of the rabid mouths to feed. Head back, obsolete. Trapped with the secrets that I cannot keep today.
Tornado; An Owl
Take what you've got, take comfort in that. Everything you know or seen will soon be a non existent dot. Who'll save the world that claims there is no saving?.
What About The Other 90% Of The Iceberg
Take the needle out, enjoy the drip. Fill your head with lies, from your fingertips. . And you can't swallow all your problems. They float, float up to hunt you.
What Temperature Does Air Freeze At?
And we'll float to the end. Where the oceans do bend. And we'll fly away. . And we'll shine on through. Through the summer sky so blue. And we'll drift away.
Eighth-grade Summer Romance
Hold your knife against my throat, cut me deeper. Feel the blood drip down your arm, darling. I paint this picture on the back of my mind. But it's fading quickly like an eighth-grade summer romance.
Four-piece Jigsaw Puzzle
Starting to come together. Starting to all make sense. We began to blossom, so perfect. I'm starting to understand. . And you have made this cove for us again.
Je' Mennuie De Vous
Head trip on the scene again. Pumping in the veins of the rabid mouths to feed. Head back, obsolete. Trapped with the secrets that I cannot keep today.
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