Stale Lyrics & Chords By The New Yorker

Lying diseased as our time dies cold Through this tame, blind and corrupted soul This shallow existence bleeds Your fate dries out before the lies unfold I’m counting demons...read more

Everywhere you run, you run, you will not be heard. Say that's fine, you change your mind, you wont sound so hurt You're doing fine, you're really alright I can't believe that...read more

Cruel bagged then snagged is how I want things done. I want the best in my life and I'll please anyone. I'm strapped into this chair watching TV that's aired live across...read more