Copy of Blessthefall - 03. Wait For Tomorrow [demo]

The Irony Of Your Perfection

AA - The Irony of Your Perfection

AA - Gramophone Elegance

AA - Asking for Ashes

AA - Bite Your Lip and Fake It

AA - Writing Her Ballad

Blessthefall - 03. Wait For Tomorrow [demo]

Attack Attack! - Dr. Shavargo Pt. 1

Suture

Steve's Song

Smosh & ISMFOF - Four Years Foreplay

unwanted picture portraits
come to life in my room
i always misinterpret 
reflections of the moon 

im burning the foundation
im out of shit to do 
a wasteful generation 
your plans always fall through 

white pills 
oil spills 
dying on 
another hill 
wielding an ego
heart is too steep though 
all i can wait on is you 

heart 
lungs 
hands
throat 
your 
blood
i 
choke 

1
2
3
4
peace 
love 
your 
floor 

a
c
a
b 
paint
my 
walls 
green 

high 
school
drop
out

blow
my
brains 
out

snowboarding in colorado

these waves tumble on into nothingness.
into nothingness.
and the sand can't keep up.
just collects itself, with the filth and bottle caps.
lost.
alone. 
no reason or name.
this highway stretches on into infinity.
but i can't grasp that.
just discontent that the sun won't set.
why can't i forget my pain, and leave my heart on the side of the road?
here i sit with tear filled eyes.
and no purpose in life.
just crying as it all passes me by.
but in the darkness all is still.
i finally understand.
i remain just another barrier to defeat.
another wall to break down.
i crumple these papers, and my face turns red.
but i just can't comprehend.
the light can't be seen, because it was never there.
a one way journey.
on its own path.
so i get up and walk.
with no direction in mind.
i scream and i cry.
these words fall on deaf ears.
just another complaint to the editor.
but he's got more important subjects to address.
than another distressed child merely learning the ways.
of this apathetic world.
fragile hearts calloused from the remainder of each mistake.
do not matter here.
we all mourn losses that were never our own.
but on this desolate road there are no shoulders to cry on.
no shoulders to cry on.
pick it up and start walking.
we've never mattered.
just footprints on a windy beach.
swept away.

Split w/ Caulfield

florentine camerata - no shoulders to cry on

Red Tearstone

greeley estates - marionette

Taking Back Sunday - One-Eighty By Summer [NIGHTCORE]

The Compass Calls

Point Me To Providence

The Japanese post-hardcore band "Crying for the Moon" is dead on all socials, and only two of their songs have been found online. This account has been created as an accessible archive.
Source: https://www.audioleaf.com/cftm0202

AoîñÈµ (2012/05/18 7:19:43)

まわる、まわる

and nowwww iiii lieeeee here satnding ^u^
(you neverwanted to see me lasting) clean >:3
whennnn youuu left my cieling _scream xD
(i never wanted to cast a sigil so bad) -_-
so i, i took out my left hand, i rise above ;)
(the party fuck it up, im obsessed with you)
... ._. doot doot

and cut itpretty above my right, andbitch i see you in the club yoy better make it nice >:(
step one of my sacrifice
i always knew u were walking round with a vice
ive been here too long now 
step two 
establish all the things youve done wrong now
im lazy a fuck swansong 
lay you down, in denial i lazer u down!!

Copy of Blessthefall - 03. Wait For Tomorrow [demo]

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