Chivalry Is Dead

original rock and roll from Beaumont California

Drive-in Off Van Buren

Animal Sounds

Masses

Stop The Press

The Color Blue

Chasing Strange

"The Architect" lyrics-

Do you comprehend, lines are broken
And we follow each other down
Go tell your friends to jump off the edge
The next of kin with the lack of respect
And I wont be apart of this lost generation
We are the lost and content
And we won't repent
Cause we aren't forgiven
We won't take the blame 
And our lack of shame will both leave us stagnant

We built these homes with no windows and doors
Tear out the phone lines and curse the floor
Who's to blame, who's to blame?
The Architect with no name
I can hear him knocking on these walls
(But i won't let him in)

The frame of this home is built on my shoulders
Trust weigh me down
I cannot trust the weight of it all
All my surroundings want me to fall
And I wont be apart of this lost generation

And I wont be apart of this lost generation
That destroys and rebuilds
The things that we create
This makes no sense, Is anyone listening?
To the words I say
I'll lock myself away and throw away the key
My trust, my barricades
Am I so strange to not self inflict pain?

I'll pack my things and i'll leave on principal alone
I'll grab my coat and go to the cold where i belong
I'll leave my home, this ghost that follows me along
With open mind and chest
These problems lay to rest

We built these homes with no windows and doors
Tear out the phone lines and curse the floor
Who's to blame, who's to blame?
The Architect with no name
I can hear him knocking on these walls
But i won't let him in
 

Kitty Carloff - The Architect

SXRRY! Lyrics-

Not sure what their really searching for
Something to settle the score
At least 
Put some points up on the board

Clock strikes two
Better make your move before they do
Don't be rude, but suggest the groove that soothes
If I was you I'd grab my things and be on the move
But your to smooth so baby plug away
No matter how many plugs your..

Always searching for
Something clever to say 
Even though it bares no meaning
And I'm proud of myself for doing what you could never
I'll sit on top of my hill
For advantage to shoot for the kill
Show some skin
Proven ten, in it to win
It's the wolf in sheep's clothing
Innocent, mischievous grin lure's them in
The chase is misleading 

Get what you came for, was it respect? or was it just some ...?
Its what we're made for, so use em' up
Use and abuse em'

Good intent has come to this
Hopeless romantic or fiend in a panic

It is the American dream
Gotta be like the silver screen
Sleepless reality
Stuck in routine
So sick of myself
The American Zombie

Fairy tale became null and void when girl met boy
Well enough said 
Competitive nature, spiteful creature
Chase acceptance while your stuck inside the bleachers
Eat the word to spite preacher
You'll be hurt and I'll be the pleaser
Consequence of age as beauty escapes 
Can't be replaced 
When you give yourself away

Get what you came for, was it respect? or was it just some...?
Its what we're made for, so use em' up
Use and abuse em'

So throw my soul away
Cause no body listens to those anyway


Kitty Carloff - SXRRY!

Candied Corpse Lyrics-

Use me till I am skin and bones
Organs are for those with souls
And the little weight that my heart holds 
Won't outweigh the animal

Form a collection of sad words
Make a bouquet, pull out the paint
Cover the wound, crawl in the womb 

Yeah we want to be
The creak in the kitchen floor
Phantom at the door
Bump in night
Chill down your spine
Yeah we want to feed on being clean
We want to taste like
Taste like sunshine

Stuck in rewind
Blind to, I'm blind to, I'm blind too!
Sitting down in this waiting room 
Next to just not sure and I belong too
Take your time in life 
While I take mine
One of a kind, who's kind?
The kind that waits for you every time 

What could be better than this?

Most see the ground, I see a door
Take my favorite songs to the ocean floor
Frequencies crash inside to me 
Wash me on the beach into a field of dreams
The land is my bed
The earth fills my crevices 
Hanging by a thread 
Rope of precedence around my neck until the chair collapses 
My wish is
Sixteen candles and a book of matches
Turn the walls red, breathe the black in
Open the curtains and let the sun in
Losing patience to welcome death in as a friend 

Yeah we want to be
The creak in the kitchen floor
Phantom at the door
Bump in night
Chill down your spine
Yeah we want to feed on being clean
We want to taste like
Taste like sunshine

Kitty Carloff

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