Your Dreams Mean Nothing by Cassettes On Fire

Suffix - Oh, Hey Der Margie

Posting this so i can listen without my shitty vocals

graeme on guitar 
me on drums

Poem instrumental

when ghosts use knives - hic rhodus, hic salta

Lyrics:
Return me,  to the sea 
Where the water meets, the trees 
My bones are cold, and weak 
Full of content, bury me
I can finally see , you don’t deserve me 
Time for me to, set you free
Wind takes u with the leaves 
box my heart, only u hold the keys 
It’ll be safe for ur return to me 
I’ll wait

if i could breath underwater

She Views Her Canvas

0:00 - only wednesday
3:04 - middle
5:19 - i watched you die

solace - s/t

Angry Renegades


Step right up, ladies and gents,
Watch the starving circus commence!
Buy a rib, buy a thigh,
Guaranteed to make you cry.

FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Fascist fashion disease!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Smile and wheeze!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Corporate sin!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Skin on Skin!

Twist the doll, she won’t complain,
Her spine snaps back like cellophane.
Magazine gospel, fashion pope,
Snort some glitter, hang by a rope.

FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Fascist fashion disease!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Smile and wheeze!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Corporate sin!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Skin on Skin!

Bow your heads, children of skin,
Starvation is salvation, let the purge begin!
Lipstick stigmata, cocaine bread,
Hallelujah! The models are dead!

Starve it! Sell it! Strip it! Sell it!
Snap it! Break it! Bleed it! SELL IT!

FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Fascist fashion disease!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Smile and wheeze!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Corporate sin!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Skin on Skin!

FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Fascist fashion disease!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Smile and wheeze!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Corporate sin!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Skin on Skin!


when ghosts use knives - hic rhodus, hic salta

coffee eyes

Recent comments

jim1

lol

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rawr xD cuh

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