The World Doesn't Deserve You

instrumental composed by admiin

Couch on the porch
So I sleep down on the floor 
House of a whore
That night burnt down in the storm 
Words that you said 
Still burn me down to my core 
I spend some time in your head
Just to leak out thru ur pores

Doubts  and
 discourse 
Comes out of the mouth of my corpse
Oceans, mountains and porn 
I don’t see how you get bored 

Out in the north 
They think down south we’re just poor
I have my doubts but I’m sure 
That we’re just proud that it’s warm

And the miles of shore
And the mountains of course
And there’s so much more to do
And there’s so much more to lose
So there’s guns in the house under the pillow
As I write love songs in my breath on your window
I’ve seen her by the river
I beg god that she’s a saint 
But I wish way more that she’s a sinner 
And her skin feels like West Virginia rain
(When you’ve lived here long you can smell the rain)

I go 
Through the thorns for hella miles
Just to hold you for a while
Just to see you with a smile 
You can go wherever I go
You say where and I where and I will follow you
(Don’t care where I will follow you)

Thru The Thorn

Thru the Thorn (prod. admiinn)

A Higher Place (prod. Admiin)

name your religion (bonus) p. suni vega

a fatal disease (p. Thornskin)

you cried, i didn't care (p. hurtclub)

blow my high (p. greyskies)

in December (p. admiin)

dovesong (p. admiin)

sciatica (p. admiin)

plastic casket (p. thornskin)

The World Doesn't Deserve You

Deep October