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I'm made of bones of the branches, the boughs, and the brow-beating light While my feet are the trunks and my head is the canopy high And my fingers extend

Vertimas: Watts, Izaoko. Iš pykčio, Viešpatie, priekaištą Me Not.

It's Thursday night and I can't sleep, I gotta work tomorrow can hardly wait for my relief, my escape from my sorrows the sweat is running down my eyes

Socialize the losses - privatize the gains why reach a common understanding this fucking inhumane? a system built on its collapse designed by suited

Who are you - to look at me and think you know something more? like you've been let in - on some big secret no one's heard before hand over - surrender

Nothing to talk about, no words will pierce the silence as we sit this one out The fear of consequence has left us gagged and speechless There's a

Sitting alone on the edge of the bed with her brittle arms supporting her head waiting for the day she dies her eyes are so blank and her skin is so

You can tell me that I'm addicted and I'll tell you that you're a dickhead we won't get very far with our words you can tell me I'm acting childish

The love I found has left me nailed to these walls an ornament of discontent, a raindrop caught in its fall but there's a choice for me to make and there