(no subject)
No-n-nothing more than an unshaved raged
I'm beating my head against the days we had
last made, looking at life through the eyes
of a broken heart. Thinking about just why
you or he or we had made me be, how do you
believe theres a forsaken sight we can see?
It's harder to . . . . loose (drawn out).
(a choir singing as hard guitar riffs shake the room)
"Loosing, All of us that matter, more than, we are
more than, we are more than, we are concious, we are
concious"
(hard guitar riffs)
(scream)
You waiting on the world, it's harder to lose conciousness
in the broken lies, the seeing of worsened lives. It's harder
fuck a lost love, fuck the tough love.
[This song will be on the newest list of
Stripe Black 45's upcoming songs entitled
"Confessions"]
I'm beating my head against the days we had
last made, looking at life through the eyes
of a broken heart. Thinking about just why
you or he or we had made me be, how do you
believe theres a forsaken sight we can see?
It's harder to . . . . loose (drawn out).
(a choir singing as hard guitar riffs shake the room)
"Loosing, All of us that matter, more than, we are
more than, we are more than, we are concious, we are
concious"
(hard guitar riffs)
(scream)
You waiting on the world, it's harder to lose conciousness
in the broken lies, the seeing of worsened lives. It's harder
fuck a lost love, fuck the tough love.
[This song will be on the newest list of
Stripe Black 45's upcoming songs entitled
"Confessions"]