It doesn't matter that i'm drunk
when writing this...

We are faced with cultural confusion in relation...

Music is produced by our souls, by our internal...

Lay down with me, and find warmth in my arms,
We have tonight; your firm hands stroke my charms...

You know I once wrote a letter to you
I don't know where it could have gone...

Seeping into that dark chasm
we spoke of, long ago...

I feel alone
where did everyone go...

Staring into my eyes with purpose
determination etched in your expression...

I haven't known you very long
but i can see into your heart when...

I fantasize about hanging myself in the shower
i'm not afraid to die...

When every day seems and is exactly the same
same dispute, same stupid things that we've said...

Gripping soul and ripping from body, firm
peeling apart tissue attached...