now tread in the dirt dead nightmare a hope so hopelessly repressed
deep inside a guilded graveyard lies the beast of your birth that is defect
so drill a hole and place the bomb inside your soul
this city knows not your name that's how its gunna stay
Aaaand we're in the studio. After months of a dark time of financial poverty, stress on a whole different level, with feet in the air and head on the ground... finally... seeing sunshine from my face for the first time in a while. So, inspiration and motivation have strutted back in our lives and hopeful to continue writing. I think I need to renov
I may be angry. I may be stoned. But at least my brain keeps thinking wacky things.
What The F*ck