Inventory Lyrics & Chords By Youth Gone Mad

I'm testing the temperature, one foot in the water A splash makes me gnash my teeth in horror (Like) inventory, I should be wary My needs are slighter, I should be brighter ...read more

I’m just fucked, Arlene. I don’t have any guts... Her father was a logger and he was always out of work. Her mother hardly said a nice word, ever. ...read more

I need violent dying I need quiet times If you don't believe me as I slide in the sea It doesn't matter much to me I lie down and I float nowhere I know why because I lie ...read more