sentiment lost in translation.
there's a glitch in transmission.
but i think it goes.
i would die or kill anyone for you.
and if they're there.
i dare them down to you.
and if they're there.
i'll tear them down for you.
because i refuse to be without you.

the sheets are soaked in whiskey, I still can't stop this shaking
the sheets are soaked in whiskey, my bottle's empty again
It's getting harder to stay sober, dwelling on the dim on this shine
and you know I couldn't sell you a lie to save my life
so it's up to ugly truths to

somewhere between where we say and we do.
we knew.
bottle back.
quick with burn.
to burn this away

we've watched the lines form in our faces
and the smoke fall and break to code
from our hands
and a message missed was a message read
we can never leave the regrets we've wed
we've loved too little
and it's cut us to our quick
we sleep in the seconds between a

it crept to me like a cancer in my sleep
it gnawed the meat right from these bones
and so it seems somewhere, somehow, the wonder was stole
and the truths we've held were squandered and sold
and these walls, these walls will find us
beggars, and liars, and whores
it

i found this outside you.
the road to your room is half as long as my list of regrets.
i count my seconds inside you and struggle to find. instead i fall and i wrecked us all

and you're spitting bullets as the words trip off
of my tounge, and your spitting bullets and
everyone is chisled with my name. and you'll
hang me on and you'll hang me from every word
you're a killing joke cloaked with a kiss, and
hollow hits from hollow hands have neve

Son of a bitch, it seems we've been tricked.
Our heroes were whores and our martyrs just masochists.
Lest you forget, we all but asked for this.
Son of a bitch, it seems the Lord has split, the preacher he's cracking, the crippled they're fasting,
The tent is on fire, the tent i

and i don't want to say that i wasted my days chasing instead of catching keeping.
wasting wishes on copper and stars.
i'm wanting you to save me and i'm not only asking.
because i can face this falling it's just the taking that i fell.
i'm breaking down

We beat west (it beats us back) from that bitter broken bitch, she pulled us back to nurse on her silted tit, and pull us down to her rusted womb, to be unsung cogs fell to unmourned/unmarked tombs.
We beat west for bluer skies and sweeter lies, we fell past the pale and back through the pul

put your hands all over me
let it burn, let it seethe
let it stain, let it bleed
it's just a reminder that we both hurt more than we care to remember
it's just a reminder that this will hurt more than we'll care to remember
drink from the whisky on my lips
to kill t

poet i'm sick of your pretty lies.
and it was about the song that sang of the shelves i wished you on.
now sing along.
and i used to wish my heart as good my heart as strong.
and i used to wish i.
don't say it's gone.
i'll pull the truth to you.
and even if it

our histories, they hold no apologies
and how we suffer what we can't, what we won't let go
you sad little man, you scared little girl
you're passing torches pissed out long ago
so long ago
choke this beast on the cord which it feeds
(hand over fist, sew up your wri

lost somewhere in the bottle and song i bet
on static to hold the rest together
and i want it back
what you've leveled with a glance
i want a language i can use
because my words are lost on you
and i'll scrape bottom to prove i bleed
slit my throat to speak and

and we're all dying from what we cant touch
and we've built shines of where we've laid
we're only lying to say we'll lay there again
so fuck your remember whens because we're
still breathing THIS IS YOUR DOCUMENT
YOUR LAST DANCE, SO FUCK YOUR STANDING STILL

and we've slept where before we wouldn't stand, and
we cant hide out hands because we've all smeared
guilt across our faces, and we've lost beauty and
died a little in all those places

screaming pretty holds no weight here boy
you've passed the point where dreams and promises
ever meant anything
and everyone has an answer for every fucking thing
and everyone knows exactly what to believe
to smooth through their days

but where are we without wonder?

your're all smoke and mirrors and i've caught
to you and found you choking on chances of
days dead and gone. old man your guns are
rusted you've forgotten how to fight! lay down.
i'll tear the ghost from you

[Originally by Black Flag]

Gimme gimme gimme
I need some more
Gimme gimme gimme
Don't ask what for

Sitting here like a loaded gun
Waiting to go off
I've got nothing to do
But shoot my mouth off

Gimme gimme gimme
Give me some more
Gimme

oh mother, where'd you learn to get fucked like that?
little brother's eyes should be wide
but his head's been filled with shit
the sins of our fathers were stripped from them
and born to you and yours
we're all getting fucked now