Woorden: Beyond The Shore. Vanquished.

Bring me down from this cloud. entire cities have become blinded by never ending dissatisfaction. there remains a man worthy of all praise. Oh Lord raise me from this grave of liquor and lies.

SET IT OFF!!!!

here i sink in a sea of blood praying for the apocalypse. i relinquish my fate and understand the gates to conformity, that plagues these unbearing masses. and dark clouds claim their horizon. where dreams and lust fade away. a salty end to a bitter excuse for an existence. clear the fields and make way for the next wave of crippling failures.

GOLDEN SUNSETS WILL MATCH BLOOD SOAKED BEACHES

(Thanks to andrew for these lyrics)