A Rhythm in the Cages

No Lodging for the Mad

Disposable Everything

Death Machine

Last Call Riot

everyday

I don’t know
How I made to 18
I don’t know
How to get good at singing
Everyday my rooms a wreck
And I have some thoughts
To get off my chest

Just me and my strat
In my room
Talk to my friends
Play Pay Day 2
Sent a text
And you said “I hate you”
You’re such a bitch

I don’t want the
Rubber band controller
You can take it from me
I know I don’t
Wanna know her
It would make me
Feel so happy

I don’t wanna
Hear your whining
Complaining
At awkward timings
You’re spam texting
My phone
While I’m busy at work
And I wanna go home

And I don’t gotta next verse
I’m not good at writing
Is this breaking the fourth wall
How you doing

rubber band controller

I Listened

People Who Eat People Are The Luckiest People In The World

Rejoice

Randy's House

Knife Man

People II 2: Still Peoplin'

"God, Forgive These Bastards" Songs From The Forgotten Life of Henry Turner

Hungry Dog in the Street

Midwestern Minutes

You Are Loved

Death Machine

AJJ