Good God, if your song leaves our lips
If your work leaves our hands
Then we will be wanderers and vagabonds
They will stare and say how empty we are
How the freedom we had turned us up as dead men
Let us be cold, make us weak
Let us because we all have ears
Let us because we all have eyes
How they knew that this would happen, they knew that this would...
We're so run down
Good God, can you still get us home?
I'm not dreaming
We're forgetting our forgiveness
I was bored, so I decided to bash Emmure on their page and see how many times I got bashed back. Eventually, I'll tell someone I'll swirl their pumpkins if they don't…
Sep 23, 2009
The best song ever.... :) I put my hands on the handle of my bike Head out to the street with a homemade heartbeat And water in my backpack Cuz it's hot out h…
Sep 13, 2009
Good God, if your song leaves our lips If your work leaves our hands Then we will be wanderers and vagabonds They will stare and say how empty we are How the freedo…
Jul 16, 2009
EverThorn Still Remains Break Out The Shotguns This Runs Through KissHerGoodbye Beneath the Sky On The Last Day I Am Alpha and Omega Mychildren Mybride There a…
Oct 30, 2008
I can be anything That you want me to be A punching bag A piece of string That reminds you not to think They found the note down in your car It’s not your fault i…
Oct 18, 2008
Odds are, whoever you are, you care more than I do. Nothing wrong with that, I mean. *shrug* I'm Christian, logical, I like heavy music, soft music, breakdowns, moshing, et cetera. I'm quiet. I don't trust many people and talk to less. I always feel like I'm bragging but I swear I never mean to. I hate looking people in the eye, dumpster diving is awesome, and roofing crap is equally so. I hate myself for a lot of things but nothing you can do about it, I suppose. I like using weird words out of context like shimmy, gnarly, scrumddidlyumptious, gnasty, et cetera. Echidnas, platypuses, whales, and emus are all farking awesome animals. Yogurt, fig newtons, and burritos are all bangin' good foods. You haven't experienced true freedom till you walk around barefoot, especially outside on gravel. I've been backstabbed alot, but you get used to it, I guess, and pick your friends more carefully. I don't have a favorite color because who ever gave a decent crap about color, I like reading Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Agatha Christie, John Grisham, C.S. Lewis, Michael Chrichton, and similar stuff. I usually hate anything that isn't a concrete science, but exceptions are made. I'm very organized. And you probably stopped reading this long ago :P I had the greatest faith in fools, I turned my back and out came the wolves.