snowing - so I shotgunned a beer and went to bed
whirr - younger than you
宇宙コンビニ - 8films
snowing - i think were in minsk
midwest pen pals  - because hes there and he hates me
charmer - bummer summer
emo side project - i guess everything reminds you of something
origami.jp - japan
empire empire (i was a lonely estate) - what had taken years to put together
snowing - sam rudich
the hotelier - life in drag
park jefferson - childhood
merchant ships - something that matters
emo side project - the end of something
camping in alaska - i just want to kickflip into the sunset and disappear
self loathing - youre a break, youre a parenthesis
midwest pen pals - my castle, your castle
chinese football - 帽子戏法 [hat trick]
tigers jaw - plane vs. tank vs. submarine

Isnt ironic

They told me: look into the mirror once again,
stare into your eyes, don’t look away, my friend.
Search within your soul with honesty,
you’ll feel the need to simply be.

But I stared too long at a well so dark,
another mirror where I lost my spark.
At times I fell with courage in my veins,
at times I found just walls and chains.

And I’ve seen faces dressed as lambs,
but wolves were hiding in their hands.

Though it may sound like an anomaly,
men are stained with fear and cowardly.
Betrayal carried deep between their teeth,
for envy, for money, they sell you beneath.

To the devils who claim they are good,
to the traitors who’d see you subdued,
to the ones who would silence your voice,
dark souls who feast on your fear and your void.

It feels like things are out of control,
the planet’s bleeding, heading to the fall.
But traitors don’t care, they want you chained,
a slave to the lies that they engrained.

The TV tells you how to think and pray,
waste your life on nothing day by day.
The people blame themselves in vain,
while waiting for saviors who never came.

And I’ve seen faces dressed as lambs,
but wolves were hiding in their hands.

Though it may sound like an anomaly,
men are stained with fear and cowardly.
Betrayal carried deep between their teeth,
for envy, for money, they sell you beneath.

To the devils who claim they are good,
to the traitors who’d see you subdued,
to the ones who would silence your voice,
dark souls who feast on your fear and your void.

And when the world begins to break apart,
no water left, despair in every heart…
I hope you’ll remember what I said,
my smile will haunt you: I told you ahead.

History repeats, the flood returns,
another Noah’s tale to learn.


Though it may sound like an anomaly,
men are stained with fear and cowardly.
Betrayal carried deep between their teeth,
for envy, for money, they sell you beneath.

To the devils who claim they are good,
to the traitors who’d see you subdued,
to the ones who would silence your voice,
dark souls who feed on your fear and your void.

I hope you’ll think of me,
when it all comes crashing down,
you who spent your days trying to drown my voice.

Susquatch - Summer End

Mars Amai