We Huddle Underground Lifting The Tops Of Our Zippered Skulls To Ventilate Our Brains Lyrics & Chords By Namatjira

Relentless imperialistic fucks. Eye glassed with drugs of power and conquest. Greed kills. Establish a history relationship. And turn around and stab them in the back. Guns...read more

Accroá®tre le nombre des choses manquées Et croire que par la suite rien ne sera déploré Gratter des secondes en fin de parcours et voir ce qu'il nous reste... ...read more

It is almost like we've died entwined in that way we are. And our voices, our touch, our lips are searching for answers to questions not asked. It is not a belief in dreams. ...read more

It seems time stands still. It's all so familiar, it feels like floating home. So I cast out into the sea never to return to this fucking place again. Let this be our light,...read more

you have been sold frail bones and unnatural shapes. thousands of page turning glossy portraits of perfection. alien rotting cover girls. covered to hide their disease. found in...read more