you wanna rip the system
you wanna break through
but you're so disconnected
    who gives a shit about you?
all your problems are not just
going away
but you're not changing
so keep on grinding your shit.

you've got so much indifference
there's more every day
and there's just so much building
you wanna rip
right through
   your
       lungs
but nothing's clinging
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I sewed onto my skin
the pieces of humanity
that fell off in the street
from the lepers who would walk with me.
I thought it made me just like them -
human contact, human sin -
but it was just a mask of cells,
a running bill of my own hell.
 

take my strength...  please.

An excerpt from an interview with the band Cesium_137, courtesy of ReGen Magazine.

Is 'Keep Me' about fatherhood? How does being a father influence how you see the world?

Glendening: I had that melody pop in my head before my son went into surgery. It wouldn't leave me, and so it found its way into a song. Obviously ( Read more... )

I awoke in an empty flat that told me nothing
and I knew that I had to get away.
White had tried to erase my identity,

but the Sleepwalkers had saved my mind.
 

Check me out: Synthetic Sunrise.
 

gut wrench.
evil stench.
tie her down onto the bench.
i can make you bleed and shout.
i can stop you reaching out.

Dearest & I went sledding today ( Read more... )

you'll have to dig through the cold, hard ground
to find people like me
they don't make them like this anymore
i'm an obsolete machine
so say goodbye to those empty faces
and run to the fields
and start digging the cold, hard ground
in hopes you'll find mebeen digging for days and nights ( Read more... )

take my strength...  please.

Nothing can come close to describing how my music makes me feel.
It is a world of its own.  Nothing can touch me here.  Nothing can hurt me.

Sometimes, it's outright painful.  I have this terrible feeling inside me that threatens to burst my ribcage and obliterate my entire being.  This is agonizing, but it is also one of ( Read more... )

I've been sensitive to the seasons for a long time now.
This year is strange.
I recall wanting winter to end.  I recall trying to keep my window open in 50 degree weather while the snow was barely beginning to melt.
But right now...  I feel nothing.
Summer is not as valuable to me at the end as it is at the beginning, and, for the most part, I outright ( Read more... )