Surfacing

FUCK YOU ALL!

Running out of ways to run
I can’t see, I can’t be
Over and over and under my skin
All this attention is DOING ME IN!

FUCK IT ALL! FUCK THIS WORLD!
FUCK EVERYTHING THAT YOU STAND FOR!
DON’T BELONG! DON’T EXIST!
DON’T GIVE A SHIT!
DON’T EVER JUDGE ME!

Picking through the parts exposed
Taking shape, taking shag
Over and over and under my skin
All this MOMENTUM is DOING ME IN!

FUCK IT ALL! FUCK THIS WORLD!
FUCK EVERYTHING THAT YOU STAND FOR!
DON’T BELONG! DON’T EXIST!
DON’T GIVE A SHIT!
DON’T EVER TOUCH ME!
and don’t you fuckin’ judge me!

Burn!

You got all my love, livin’ in your own hate
Drippin’ hole man, hard step, no fate
Show you nothin’, but I ain’t holdin’ back
Every damn word I say is a sneak attack
When I get my hands on you
Ain’t a fucking thing you can do
Get this cuz you’re never gonna get me
I am the very disease you pretend to be

I am the push that makes you move
I am the push that makes you move
I am the push that makes you move
I am the push that makes you move…

FUCK IT ALL! FUCK THIS WORLD!
FUCK EVERYTHING THAT YOU STAND FOR!
DON’T BELONG! DON’T EXIST!
DON’T GIVE A SHIT!
DON’T EVER JUDGE ME!

  • 9 months ago

"Keep your hopes up high and your head down low"

— A Day To Remember

  • 10 months ago

If you can’t figure out what the URL is meant to mean, now you know

  • 10 months ago
  • [Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
  • 10 months ago

The day I left the womb…

Mother, where are you today?
You took a piece of me the day you went away,
No recollection or the smell of your perfume,
I took a piece of you the day I left the womb.

Brother, put your needles down.
The best thing for you is to leave this awful town.
Pretty soon, you’ll have kids to feed.
If you see mother, tell her I can sing.

Please don’t worry, I am doing fine.
You’re much too busy to even find the time,
So use your chemicals and take this to your grave,
The boys you left are men you didn’t raise.

And daddy, how are you today?
You must be proud of the boys that you have raised.
Your withered heart, and everything it’s seen,
Your cuts and calloused hands, you had kids to feed.
You had kids to feed.

Please don’t worry, I am doing fine.
You’re much too busy to even find the time,
So use your chemicals and take this to your grave,
The boys you left are men you didn’t raise.

  • 10 months ago

If there was a ‘last supper’
This is probably what it was like!

  • 10 months ago

Welcome to our world

  • 10 months ago