(A short song) Scars of Yesterday Screaming; liines of the times, i let myself die! Allowed shit to fly that Made me bring back! that Confuse-defense feedback 4 Confused-effense feedback these high stakes ,that, i didn't make. - I un-der-Stand that! & I can now Stand thE time i fell flat on my pain! -... Continue Reading →
...but the feeling's there, If you provide the words. These empty notes of this old song, can now become a verse.
Her vision is peripheral She has holographic site The truth is hiding in the dark But She's holding a light She flows with the fireflies And illuminates the night
Skeleton keys, lucid dreams, visions of you moving in and out of scenes. Perpetual wonder, “What the fuck does it mean?”. An REM cocktail mixed with an apocalyptic theme.