Vile Faith's lyrics & chords

silver spring, is a hole, of emense and god like depths, and i lay down in it, covered in the blood of squirrels being run over by teenagers, covered in the sound of lawn mowers, and sprinklers, dogs, and bad children,the kind that abuse cats. it has its moments like the solitary walk to the shopping center were i go to get cheap cigerettes. on the warmest day of fall i cant really complain, i just notice how know one looks happy, even the people smiling look sad, broken down by repetition i suppose. work and school never works for me, because ...read more