A Discography

Art of conversation

thanks to all of our friends who helped us scream this.

Casket - Nothing Left - Cover (live in rancho)

Lost promises

“across the street”

belong to, your friends
as days go by, youll forget them
lost names, odd faces 
once golden,now faded
let it pass by, or do i face it
you’ll never, erase it
my skin is made of clay

Across the street

You gave me your hand as a promise and left it I'm recounting the steps to see what I did wrong , these feelings I get when I’m with you they can not be created again , like notes in a journal you tore from limb to limb , for all that’s been thrown away the feeling of one’s pedal how it caved at my flesh it seemed as if you never had hope so now all that remains here is the ghost of my failure to never keep us whole so now ill just sit here

torn petals (you made me a ghost now i’ll never be the same)

pictures, of how she died in my arms. (she died real pretty)
i know i'm one with scars  (with scars)

me and you it's so empty. (It's an empty bottle")
me and you it's an empty bottle.

Scary Monsters and Bad Spirits.

Worlds without you.