"watch the clock ticking slowly"
So i dont know if anyone is even going to read this but thats why im writing. im tired of the whole if anything said on myspace blah blah, everyone knows in seconds.
I'm moving to elk grove soon, like before my birthday (july 24) so i can get some furniture or something. The only reason im moving to elk grove is college, and work... my band is barley a band anymore. No more shows. Hardly anymore pratice. like once twice a week. no more studio time because everyones getting ready for graduation. and the fact that our producer is (gay) always busy...
Work is getting frustrating because every other busser except me has made server, but what the fuck ever. i make more money then some of the servers at the end of the night...but still... being left out...i hate that feeling.
...the fact that i remember someone saying my band sux because all i do is "Growl"...insults fucking hurt when the person dosent even seem to care what i put into my lyrics, what im doing to my throat screaming everything.... Fuck you!...
"This is...the Dead screaming...." that one line means so much to me....
I'm moving to elk grove soon, like before my birthday (july 24) so i can get some furniture or something. The only reason im moving to elk grove is college, and work... my band is barley a band anymore. No more shows. Hardly anymore pratice. like once twice a week. no more studio time because everyones getting ready for graduation. and the fact that our producer is (gay) always busy...
Work is getting frustrating because every other busser except me has made server, but what the fuck ever. i make more money then some of the servers at the end of the night...but still... being left out...i hate that feeling.
...the fact that i remember someone saying my band sux because all i do is "Growl"...insults fucking hurt when the person dosent even seem to care what i put into my lyrics, what im doing to my throat screaming everything.... Fuck you!...
"This is...the Dead screaming...." that one line means so much to me....