the corporate horsemen unite on this cold autumn avalanche
"it was a good run my friends, but we have had it coming"
all that was left
we are the sparrows that lined the ground
and the tracked mud on the crimson carpet
the death of the king chimes the song of a beast
we are free we are free
we are finally free
no more birds singing songs of nature and leaves
im a fraction of a whole chorus angels lifting us all
nothing coming my way and you want to know why
its the time its the time
its the valuable time

theres a cold front coming
from every direction
yet i cant feel a thing
and im doing just fine
its just the season
passing right through me
and our condesing breath
painting the saturated sky
its our very special walk
on very lovely day
every shade of red,
nonshalantly sheen
ive covered up my fate,
in layered shameful sleeves
the paper lies piled up
mixed throughout
dead mountain trees
last years world news
todays pornagraphic overture
welcome home,
you worthless piece of shit
we can finally agree
on one of many things
its our concrete kingdom
shattered honestly on repeat

i hope you are well,
i can promise you this
you can count on me
just to let you down

i was once a child, but here i am
now somewhat of a man
ive climbed this hill for years
in search for solid ground
but i dont see the point
im just so tired.

Theres a shade of green
that i just cant explain
ive become rather fond of
the things i cant name
yes the drunkard in me
ill put him back where he came
oh the habits one cant amend

I once had a name
but i sold it for time
this path has led me to learn
that you can only rely on yourself
im tired of talking to myself
i think ive ended the relationship
with the only person i could depend

the pain in my feet
is the only feeling here
now the only thing i want
is the gift of sleep
im not worried of the end
one missed step
and im back where i began

oh what a wonderful feeling
to be empty again

to explain my absence:
fuck you and your crew.


i'm back.
(but it's only been 2 months...)
nobody asked you.