(2015)
"We have two American flags always: one for the rich and one for the poor. When the rich fly it means that things are under control; when the poor fly it means danger, revolution, anarchy." - Henry Miller
I wanna be called irreverent the void is gripping here Motion to the chest, sans-head What color would be fear? Break open the abscess,
I’m building a soul Hoping it will fit with my shiftless heart or else these things I collect won’t mean shit.
A shift is approaching Feral features and primal urges Clenched fists breaking sweat Lunar connection, power surges An apex in the night
You’re watching your body crumble and the chunks falling build a cor… The shade in your wake, only proves you’re ahead of the wr… The Archetype better fits the opp…
You cut through the calm concealing my scars prowling 'cross my palm A caress that could crush colored by the moon
This night cannot end These fleeting minutes slow but everything’s urgent and we totally know Break it out
At home with demons The true hell is solitude Vexing time elapse You are my gargoyle And affliction stains the soul
I can’t feel my chest A spear protrudes from me Pain isn’t real I can’t get a grip I taste the fresh blood fill my mo…
Acuteness naturally kills, but follow the path of the martyr Shrapnel punctured lungs An epitaph below dancing satyr Cross any street
I, I can feel this, Yeah, I can feel it This, vast futility, Oh, Facilitating me Wilderness rising,
Maybe I love the taste, Love the waxing hours Romanticizing death On the floor of a party Oh, it’s a bitter demon
Poster children for lethargy Old man, take your torch back, We’ll save it till the day’s wreck Talk your shit I’ll grind my ax
Feeling lethal tonight Pushing my fingers deep in my eyes Pain can only parallel my plight My heart is racing Can’t stop an inevitable relapse
Face to the breeze Eyes of the empty Chilling never so literal Roaming and pitiful Kill when ripe
Put on the mask Convey some sense of bravery You fucked up your first task She’ll give you no quarter I’d rather be an untried shell