When I was a kid I couldn’t go to any of the mad shows that I thought looked awesome, because I wasn’t old enough, so I would never want to put anyone in that position
Monthly Archives: October 2016
What are you boy, if you’re not poison?
But i’m wrapped in an armour- and my things are material
We were like the fishermen who pulled in all of those lost souls that were damaged
The press kills things
Talking to your ghost all day
| There’s a wilderness today, and a darkness. The walls have crept in. I get the feeling I don’t want to breathe again. |
The after life is used as an excuse to not sort out this life
If I wear a suit, I’m still a hardcore kid
More kids come in off the street to drop ten bucks in the jar by the door. Show Me The Body don’t do pre-tickets
We don’t want anybody to expect anything from us
My life is a hashtag 