i've made this bed and shackled it down with burdens. from this day forward i'll have to learn to control these urges. broken down from fatigue in tears. please get out of my head. darker days bring darker nights in my head. deafen me and take all i've worked for. i feel trapped in my own skin, ashamed i wait. degredation. so reaper, come and get me. so reaper, set me free. these crowds will tear at me. and i sigh a sweet tune of oppression. please warm my lifeless body with your gracious hands. with your holy hands. and the rain wash away every single mistake that i've made closing a warm grasp on my shallow heart. in my home town the sun is still a myth. their are the proud who've seen it, who know it exists.

Running Through Graveyards

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EDH, the Hope, Brighton - March 9th 2009.



Running Through Graveyards

Everyday Hell