Listening to Metallica at 6:30AM is a perfect way to end your day.

This is twilight's silence screaming in my ears
This is twilight's silence, so sincere
This is twilight's ill temper reaching for my neck
This is twilight's ill temper, so chaotic
It's ripping and tearing
Ripping at my flesh so delicately sewn
Back together after being ripped from bone
It's ripping and tearing

As I slip into bourbon laced dreams
It gnaws at ( Read more... )

i know this face
and all these places always feel the same
i've been here before and i swear
i hear the ocean calling my name
but i left four years ago and i never looked back
it will swallow me whole

And as I slip into straight bourbon laced dreams
It gnaws at the base of the infrastructure of my sanity
Ripping flesh from bone

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i watched the sunrise and the dawn came with it ( Read more... )

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I'm asking you to listen and I know you can't tune in
Antenna isn't broken, yet I still pretend
My silent broadcast helps you to understand
That I can feel the regret deep within the second layer of my skin

Well, sometimes I can't help but feel
Like less than a blemish in your less-than-perfect world
Well, the next time around, scream it aloud, I want to ( Read more... )

The rhythm of your submerged death rattle ( Read more... )

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