Crumbling world falls through my hands In my mouth taste bitter sands. Grass is burning, pulse is slow. Drip by…
I feel the pressure, it lightens to judge this spirit of mine to be like the judgement to be the…
Lords, can it be mistakes Throughout the constant vows of the lost and gone, blind and wrong Inside a faith…
Sometimes I feel like a man that has two broken hands All of this thrown at me, sinking me neck…
The 1800s, before the inception Of modern day ideals Fake grip of appeals Straight to the street run, no barroom…