street trash:

melting away, defeated by myself

i stepped into the void,  i called out for help 

phased right through the floor like a broken animation

i’ve been here all along, my eyes can see the incantation 

i don’t long for anyone or anything, all i think about is street trash and that’s all i will be

i don’t ask for much, but i'm street trash

i don’t ask for much i’m just fucking street trash

i don’t ask for much

I don’t ask for much all that much

but i'm fucking street trash

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crissaegrim:

die alone gripping denial for comfort

history repeats, we must all die for something

cyclic existence eat, shit, sleep, repeat

why do we choose pain and what does it mean?

you're dying

each and every day

it draws near

embrace decay

these cycles

we must break free

lest we're doomed

to eat from the tree

i can work that fucking nine to five

they'll make sure that you don't make it out alive

it only gets harder and harder my friend

oblivion's right around the bend

the hourglass drains

there's not much time left

when I die i'll wrap my hands around God's neck 

the entire human race dragged into hell

screaming the entire way- you reap what you sow

you reap what you fucking sow

break the fucking cycle

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"THE STREET TRASH SINGLES" album artwork beautifully crafted by Samer Khatib (Snowconesolid Productions).

recorded & produced at Novro Studios.