I have had it easy for most of my life.
Adulthood has brought me a series of complications.
Swallow these nails, turn away.
I must not look back.
The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles.
It feels like I have been fighting for nothing.
The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles.
I have been too caught up in this crying game and I want out.
I am sick of hearing myself whine.
Drink this wine and choke.
Here I am still screaming away the same problems
That have fuelled this engine for years.
I have bathed the faceless in a cesspool filled with my own tears
Preserving the constant state of shock in its salty waters.
The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles.
I feels like I have been fighting for nothing.
The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles.
I have been too caught up in this crying game.
I quit.
Deep down there is shade in all of us, but there is also luminosity.
My flaws have now been exposed by its brightness
(Turning shade of) black into color.
1 | Furtive Monologue |
2 | In the Arms of Perdition |
3 | Compelled to Copulate |
4 | A Fractured Hand |
5 | Bulletproof Scales |
6 | Les Temps |
7 | Poissonnariat |
8 | Sleepless |
9 | The Sunset Will Never Charm Us |
10 | Eulogy |