I wake up each day and weaker. I wear a hole in the t-shirt. I fake smiles when I speak. I find lies in his teeth. I know I get better when I’m honest with myself. It’s calming. Speak to me the palm that reads a lethal forecasting of hauntings. Call me your conscious deceiver. Take drugs to see things much clearer. I find my apathy. I see my mind empty.
I would give the world to have seen you guys live. Fuckin insane thank you for at least leaving your music for others to hear i appreciate it deeply mothwary