Truth always sounds like lies to a sinner.
auch schlafen ist eine form der kritik
Truth always sounds like lies to a sinner.
I figure people are entitled to their hobbies and I'm entitled to think those people are creepy.
I see as much misery outta them movin’ to justify their selves as them that set out to do harm.
Every fuckin’ beatin’ I’m grateful for.
I drink what I’m able. If that comes to much, that’s the day’s affair and the liquor’s.
A lot of shitbags hang around the bank. You ever fuckin notice.
Cold enough world without gettin' gone against by your own.
Even in an Eden like this, wrongs sometimes occur.
A White Blank Page
And A Swelling Rage
sitting with the lights off / waiting for my brain to start
can't you see that all that stuff's a sideshow