(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
Our lives could forever be a joke, we fragment at the scent of perfum… In a toast to the waxing moon, we can drink to the waning good ti… Too old to breathe life into the p…
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
I’m building a soul Hoping it will fit with my shiftless heart or else these things I collect won’t mean shit.
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…
This night cannot end These fleeting minutes slow but everything’s urgent and we totally know Break it out
Locked in her keep on high In blissful awareness Blackened hordes amass takes root
Fresh out of frontiers The sole wanderer, of the endless plains The sun here is cold, it emanates a pale glow,
A shift is approaching Feral features and primal urges Clenched fists breaking sweat Lunar connection, power surges An apex in the night
The soothsayer’s words fell on the… the ones that do not hear. The ruins of the past and the ghosts they hold, are haunting my chapel,
With effortless, profound lore, as cliched as lyrical facebook pos… that vibrates the shimmering silen… If the populous only knew the cost… Guiding lights,
You cut through the calm concealing my scars prowling 'cross my palm A caress that could crush colored by the moon
Stalking in dead leaves Remington shell reaps Pour yourself some blood when your're knee deep in the mud Razorbacks in the fog
Floret hums over concrete Wilted Casting thin shade
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
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…