Sick Mans DreamWest Mother F@$%N Coast, Anxiousville28 days till my birthday.
*Muah* He knows
Why Would You Do That To Yourself
Play Time
"13": R.L.Y
Good Looking and I Cook
Christmas Cookies
Lobe Project
Bloody Bath: Aftermath of the lobe scalpeling
The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open
Hope Dont Float When Its Choking On Its Last Words
Starting to Live I am the observer, the invisible one, the ghost. The misfit child, waiting for something, someone, an Undefined purpose that never comes. The artist, the poet constantly running on epinephrine. I watch the pain and suffering of others, watching it transfer to others, Watching it slowly grow and kill hope and joy. Scars run deep within the bodies of my friends, Blood running down their arms. I want to scream sometimes, but I don’t. I watch the rain pound the earth, slowly, washing away Impurities, leaving everything new. I walk out the door, into the rain, Into the tears of the sky. Raindrops pelt me with a new beginning. I feel the blood and guilt slowly skate off my body, Drop off my arms and legs, Slide off my soul. Everything seems so distant now. Maybe that’s a good thing. I am a new person. Ready to start over. Ready to live.
You can try to fix my broken wings
You can know all the words to the songs I sing
But you don't need to know what's wrong with me
Unless you think you're gonna come home with me
IAM: The Haunted and The Haunting
Guys so simple know me so complex
Guys so complex know me so simple