29 Mile Wind
All the people that I know have gotten strange, they wear the faces of the horse, they see through eyes as black as tar, they stare at nothing but the sun, they digest nothing but the rain, they wash their backs off with the wind, they read about nothing more than pain. And they're vicious and they're strict, and their stomach's always fed. And they are killers, and they are killers, and they are killers, and they are killed. And they piss and they shriek as they tie them to the trees. And they are killers, and they are killed, and they are killers, and they are me.
Brittle & Depressing
Sixteen days I wasted in you when all you were is rain and sixteen times I promised you that you'd never see me again. Sixteen days I wasted in you, your pitty cracks like wood and I would be your deepest nightmare if I only could.
I'm nobody. Damn. But you are my slave.
Now I Crawl
Now I crawl.
I fall asleep at night alone, killed another long day. I beat myself to a pulp again, I think I'm slipping away. You see me gone gone, you want me on your tongue. I live my life alone, alone, I think I like it this way. I never even come close, even close, I feel I'm slipping away. You see me gone gone, you want me only torn. No, you want to go home. So pink, so vain, so slow. Too old.
Popular Modern Themes (demo version)
Me, well there's something in this house, it's another way to screw, and it's mean... It's clean, you can watch your fingers leave you, it's another way of thinking, and it's alone... But my honesty or my fingers, from here on out! Well there's someone in this house, and it's dripping with the rain, and it's mean, but my honesty or my fingers, from here on out!
Words by Troy Von Balthazar