(2013)
Sour grapes leave an awful taste in your mouth
one blast up each nostril and your darkness begins to glow, as my numb pain lifts its curtain and I can smell the cinnamon of yo… every night its 1am
caught between two raging storms, the clean shave of a cut throat strain, a sweep of ocean
She holds her pain like a proud sc… memories, though frayed, still war… between the wars there was a silen… a reverberation from its walls, fr… A bliss from a young mind and a fa…
I’m an open book you said You wear your soul on your sleeve You hurt too easily And give your love to free But I can see through
an emergence into a world where my shiver had been timbered where my barnacles had been bliste… and the pieces of eight pilfered I took so long to walk the plank
echoes drowning echoes noises heartbeats gone wind blown
A pep talk to the masses A chat to ease high spirits back i… The northern drawl as sickly as mo… A lemon sucked grin upon his face “The world is ours, if we choose t…
The muscle we once were is decayin… All that’s really left is sinew We’re coming away from the bone A parody, a skit of what we once w… Love, it would seem, has a sell by…
12 34 12 34 intro the second chorus chords verse 1 bm g.… over the mountains I can see you f…
my voice carries no weight its cadence flows though mute to a… I’m the invisible man, a wraith, a… inconsequential, insignificant unseen, transparent in the room
I throw the rope over the beam and stand upon the stool place the noose around my neck sob and cry and drool an unmistakable sadness
Tonight I ran my mouth away Its rabid dogs, the leash strainin… Saliva rippled pools akin to acid,… Words with the lust of a vampires… Tonight I ran my mouth away
The sullen call of the ravens voic… as their flapping wings flood the… A blanket of seamless black floats carrying the night to the other si… Drifting late the soaring swirls
I saw you last night, just as you… that last time we met, everything of you the same me, I was now but back there then, all that emotion, all that pain an…
I don’t feel a shred of sympathy for your plight or your fallen gra… you have cutlery in hand and a mea… as you lick the vice from the edge… twisting and turning your brain to…