Born Again (demo)

Kristen (Song That You Deserve)

A story of how I met Happy, at Rock Bottom

Happy, At Rock Bottom

this song is written from the perspective of someone who took their own life, acknowledging the impact it will have on the loved ones and anyone within the circle of said individual; it's a suicide letter - an apology for resorting to such extreme measures - full of self-pity and shame, albeit confessing to themselves and the audience they saw no other escape out of their misery and pain, knowing deep inside they would do it all again if given the chance to go back, as time could not fix what they believed it was always ruined to begin with. 

Time Won't Fix

Pixel Sunsets

Wherefore (demo)

Lingerie -

“Tomorrow is inevitable,
You don't really feel a thing,
So put on your mascara, and give them all a show tonight,”

“A needle in my poker face,
It peeks into the terror,”
The fire and horror, that she still calls her home.

“Do I make you angry? 
Beat me. The nation is tearing me apart.
Is there nothing changing?
 Ethereal, my apocalypse in a grenade 

A celebrity, a sign of the times.
A planet so gray.
Psuedochrist, her prosthetic eyes,
Are pretty in her lingerie.

Her illusion so impenetrable
Nothing's ever real to me.
Dying in a fever dream of never ending snow 

There's a needle in my swollen vein
I can't live without it, I think I'm drowning 
I think I need a savior, no one is going to save me.


“Do I make you angry? 
Beat me. The nation is tearing me apart.
Is there nothing changing?
 Ethereal, my apocalypse in a grenade 

A celebrity, a sign of the times.
A planet so gray.
Psuedochrist, her prosthetic eyes,
Are pretty in her lingerie.

“Heaven above, fuck your love.”
A prophet wrapped in lingerie 
“I hope you hate me, cuz I hate you”

“Tomorrow is inevitable,
You don't really feel a thing,
So put on your mascara, and give them all a show tonight,”

“A needle in my poker face,
It peeks into the nightmare,”
The horror that she still calls her home.

“Do I make you angry? 
Beat me. The nation is tearing me apart.
Is there nothing changing?
 Ethereal, my apocalypse in a grenade 

A celebrity, a sign of the times.
A planet so gray.
Psuedochrist, her prosthetic eyes,
Are pretty in her lingerie.

Lingerie

Run It Back

ambiant music while i figure everything out. let me know how to improve

Pulse

Only (draft)

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Born Again (demo)

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