change dosent come easy for lazy and sleazy

shots from a tower the song of the hour

i have personal hatred for the selfish and jaded

how could this blade taste a part of your shadow?



down and out..

down and out..



i cant feel my temples this throbbing entangles

she begs at my ankles at feeds on my bowels

i cant take this pressure, this timeless adventure

something keeps tickling

i cant fucking think!



400miles from home

i wanna be alone

400miles from home

i wanna be alone



down and out..

down and out..