If i had to descirbe my music i would have to go with orgasm inducing perfection that can only be acheived by a combination lots of drugs and lots of alcohol
he wakes up and finds the sky
it kills the pain and clears his mind
what he wants
is what he has
can he make it last
dont run this time
its your life
its your right
and you might find
its your life
its your right
he smokes a ciggarette
and thinks of being dead
it all grows old
just like stories untold
[repeat chourus]
(talking) its easier to let go of something you never had...i'm looking foward to a means and its looking pretty sad.
[repeat chourus]
close your eyes
