Open Letter To Anesthetist Lyrics & Chords By The Last Forty Seconds

One more bottle cap. off. off. off. What are we doing but running away? To a place that's better, darker, and wetter. Where hearts don't pound. Changing scenery to keep our...read more

SEAN: we are all pawns in this. it's not as simple as it appears at a glance. it would be so easy to push blame at one source. but many reivers lead to the ocean. the words we follow,...read more

Comment peut-on encore tolérer les pressions exercées sur nous par une morale chrétienne rétrograde ? Tous ces "défenseurs de la vie" qui se montrent prêts à acculer les...read more

They've gotten in. I can feel their breath on the back of my neck I can feel their fingers faintly carressing me This makeshift monster is mine I provided the wood for myself...read more

i'm gonna shout until i'm hoarse, drink until i can't see, laugh until i can't breathe, up here we'll be taller than the city. Shout at the night, raise a fist...read more