January
February 2009
This is hell Trapped under ice Terror...
My back's against the wall. I hit the edge. I'm about to fall. I'm at the end of my rope. Starting to choke. God, it feels like this is how it's meant to be. Always in search of silent ground. The wei
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Peeling through the layers Where the fuck have the years gone? '87 to right now I lost myself inside the fog Afraid we'll have to amputate All your wasted dialogs Wearing my suburban crown I let my b
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I can't accept that this is all we want from life. Content to watch our youth decay, a slow march to a grave. We give up our desires, trade them in for security and just enough distractions that we do
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