

Happy MusicHold my hand we stand over this bridge of apathy, As youth falls in and drowns. Lets us sing happy music.Happy Music
Surreal
sucker-punched in the stomache
pieces of dead words stick out of their coffin of scribbles there is no hope for love, and no love for hope. this is happy music.
Hair a little messy Skin a god-like smooth, I'm dying just to see you move. But I'm blind. So I die to happy music.
We're eating each other's hearts Binge drinking our souls Throwing up and flushing it away. Its gone wi


In The Name Of The Father[G.O.D]In The Name Of The Father
Faithless youth,
Blood tainted with hate, stains Our hands as we beg bathroom walls For an answer
Where Is God?
My mothers friend committed suicide. She brought a gun to her temple- She brought the blade to her wrist- She brought the pill to her quivering lip-
She stained the meaning of life
Broken spilling forth desperation, Escape is so close and so far away- there is no live salvation, our only salvation is in sleep
where we do not have to look upon the filthy face of humanity and question, is t


buried beneath windowsilsI dropped the knife at your feet and begged you pleaseburied beneath windowsils
And in sickness I've spread my dear disease My sleep haunted by warped mirrors, your face locked inside
Dieing, shes crying, but theres nowhere to hide I can't find a way to make you stay Evermore you said, but there you lay In beauty you sleep,
Never dared to dream, afraid of the secrets you keep Gnawing stories, deny their truths,
Insipid skies reign victorious over this [lie], you loose Never again will I find salvation in the death of angels,
Masks of sanct painted red Yesterday's yout


Don't Open Your MouthAnd by popular demand I've got this [sickness] I've got this gun in my handDon't Open Your Mouth
Bottle's breaking clandestine under her flesh silent tears and fountains The glass walls of tolerance Breaking on this, on this you serve to me
open handed and with
thorns in your eyes
I won't open my mouth, not to breathe Sinking deep, not to breathe not to speak, I've got bad timing and too much to take, too much to give.
Don't open your mouth, all the more time to shove White knuckled and bleeding fists down your dirty
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