Тексты песен «My Bitter End»
My Bitter End - Becoming Misfortune
As we bow and plow right through their needs... and in finding the reason it failed is cause i wasnt there and lowering conciousness taking in guilt because i wasnt there its finalll the sworming life of infamy never...
My Bitter End - Comfortable With Corpses
In feeling comfortable with corpses and admiring, their conventional lifestyle, because it isn"t mine. And now they"ll feel, and now you"ll feel. I hope to never feel your cold and lifeless grip upon me. For this...
My Bitter End - Dirt Helmet
Few will escape the sleep that swells there lungs. Consider youself fortunate for the rest. Dirt helmet silence is held high in regards of the troubled. Sleep easy under this illusion that your dreaming and waking is...
My Bitter End - Finding Level Ground
Now the water is rising, up to meet us above the ground and the setting of tides still life life was a fury u falsely denied its talking back, and now the water is rising and now the water is rising my time to see...
My Bitter End - It's Time
Divide. When the time comes. We face a problem. To promise is all. Celebrate the breath of error. Celebrate the timing of. Take hold of it. Take hold on. Swell. Swell, suffer. Well. Never leaving...
My Bitter End - Proper Sendoff
In giving hell for this, I have learned to depend. Consciously browse, let the diversity ground. Socially ground, leaving a cautiously effortless hole. Something to stop it. But something to go with. It torments me...
My Bitter End - Renovation
Now, while embodying the enemy. Damnation. Why scream of retribution, when no prayer of the unopened hands helping out, infected by words of creation they learn, swarming the light the forsaken, implausible burn...
My Bitter End - Salvage The Structure
Salvage what"s left, start from the ground up. Make room again. To start from the ground up. I can"t build a dream over and over. It"s horribly bold. Salvaging structures in hope returning. In turn we must change...
My Bitter End - Suburbs Breed Showmen
Before the blackened walls, this picket white protection serves as a constant curtain to the things a child sees. And blaming innocence, for what you"ve gone through, and in this day, you built a wall. It"s 12 o"clock...
My Bitter End - The Renovation
Now, in embodying the enemy. Damnation why scream of retribution, when no prayer of the unopen hand's helping out,infected by words of creation they learn,sworming the light the forsaken, unplausable burn. Now, with...
My Bitter End - To All Things Expendable
And in the beating filth that festers. A crowning life. The blocks us in our path. One step too many, in the wrong direction. This night will mark. The. Coming of. Train yourselves in example of everything, start...