kady starling:
there ain't a way to say this that doesn't sound vulgar on a playlist,
i thought about direction, but i changed it.
infectious to my fingertips,
like sisyphus, i fought against the force until the stress decayed the hypocrite.
the more space, the more chase i gave to emptiness,
i think you know the ways my body bends when i've neglected it.
i'm glass shattered, past matter,
if the past mattered, damn, i'm glad i had it,
but it's spent; present dark static.
dark static.
if i'm awake now, i'm still confused and vacant,
a vagrant enveloped by the plastic and the fakeness.
game changers proceeded and progressed
but left depressed, became a pawn left to haunt the checkerboarded decks.
erect my limp figure, lymph lost long ago,
the nymph lives on, and so the song plays a sombre note.
my whole was hopeless.
i told you back in '06.


ceschi:
some sought solace in a god-head.
some found answers, then they lost them.
life, it doesn't make sense often.
we try our best before we get tossed in coffins.
some sought solace in a god-head.
some found answers, then they lost them.
never figured out what's real.
probably never will.


thorts:
Developed through hell, my self-centred self fell a long time ago.
now i sit and write this sombre note.
an honest bloke that never seems to learn, burnt by the same match then blazed and sat back.
never lacked the ambition, it's sink or swim.
i keep my ammunition close, hidden deep within.
proposed to my best friend,
rose from the garden in my right, and on my left be my wedding band.
let him sing now, yet another song.
the same lyrics from the last, i bet he got it wrong.
yet again, lend a hand, yeh i did, but he severed it quick,
this kid don't remember shit.
angelic with his elephant wings,
he sings develish hymns but don't believe in this jesus bitch.
your weakness stinks.
it wreaks of shit.


ceschi:
some sought solace in a god-head.
some found answers, then they lost them.
life, it doesn't make sense often.
we try our best before we get tossed in coffins.
some sought solace in a god-head.
some found answers, then they lost them.
never figured out what's real.
probably never will.


ceschi:
bad heart baby, broken home son.
slap my face to wake me, feeling so numb.
life has tested me consistently since day one,
failures have snowballed into mountains enemies climb to sight-see from.
infected from the second i took my first breath.
til i search for some positivity hidden beneath my chest.
even if i never find it in the end,
well i hope the hunt was valuable without gold or bloated heads.
running from myself, no law can stop the constant chase
the pleasure that comes from fighting for glory,
that permanent bitter-sweet taste.
those moments when everything gets blocked out of our minds
and we finally find some solace
and escape from the endless grind.
though i'm mario travelling through these pipe-dreams,
when life seems too frightening that the night screams with lightning,
i'll turn on the lights and try my best to breathe,
ya see?


ceschi:
some sought solace in a god-head.
some found answers, then they lost them.
life, it doesn't make sense often.
we try our best before we get tossed in coffins.
some sought solace in a god-head.
some found answers, then they lost them.
never figured out what's real.
probably never will.