Feeling my mistakes slowly give into hurt. Millions of issues I could speak it won't matter anyway. Life won't carry me home I'll have to do it for myself. Do it for myself. My dreams went the other way dragged to the floor. You don't care anyway. What I say is voided. Words cut to the core. Life won't lead me home. Scars will show the way. Life is suffering but still I wish to live. Still I wish to live. Let me find peace.
Just picturing the basement dwelling losers standing around in a shitty club with like 12 people pretending that they are artistic geniuses because they make tapes. Basically the worst tendencies in modern noise all compounded into one sound. Then again; most noise is terrible. I mean how much of it do we really need? Damn sorry for being such a bummer. Adam Lehrer/Safety Propganda