You'll never fully understand
Your nasty, hollow backhanded
Prayers to God are met with disdain 
Abels bloods on your hands Cain

Bury it like John Wayne Gacy
No one sees you acting strangely
You breed misery innately
Shattering stained glass so saintly

I dont think you comprehend 
Empathy, you are Bedlam
Drink cheap whiskey to quiet the notion
That you can only forge emotions

Bury it like John Wayne Gacy
No one sees you acting strangely
You breed misery innately
Shattering stained glass so saintly
You dont feel anything
Mutilate just for the sharp pain
Leave everyone in your path maimed
Tell yourself you're not to blame

You're a black hole, stole Adams apple, stained with black coal
You're unraveling
God had his hands full, you know he loves scandals, body in a landfill
Your tails rattling
You're starting to ramble, you drank a whole handle, shutup and standstill
Everyones Scattering

This always comes to an end
There are things that can't be mended
Things start to look the same when they're all broken
You're trapped inside a small room that wont open

I FEEL EVERYTHING

A Tad Nicer Drama

Hennepin

^ Broke ^

Plectrum Song

Painting pictures in my mind, behind red dull glassy eyes
washed out in the broad daylight
grim like a bull forced to fight

seeing ghosts home late at night
too plastered to reach the light
shrieking has no end in sight
cant even feel terrified 

something doesnt seem quite right
they cant place it 
acting tasteless
i dont seem afraid to die 
death is faceless
but so am i

sleeping away half the day
familiar splitting headache
drink to take the pain away
piece of shit lush holiday

DRUNK 2020

My Morning

We're an indie-rock band from Colorado Springs, Colorado. Contact us at sheshotel@gmail.com

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