Writing Lyrics & Chords By Kouzin Bedlam

"Is there anything left? Maybe steak and eggs. Waking up to washing up, Making up your bed. Lazy days, my razor blade Could use a better edge. It's enough to make you laugh...read more

Bury the tracks - Hey, we've got a mutiny on our hands. Spectators place bets on this spectacle, the shallow place between etiquette and erratic. The static of mouths mumbling...read more