Testo Vanquished

Bring me down from this cloud. entire cities have become blinded by never ending dissatisfaction. there remains a man worthy of all praise. Oh Lord raise me from this grave of liquor and lies.

SET IT OFF!!!!

here i sink in a sea of blood praying for the apocalypse. i relinquish my fate and understand the gates to conformity, that plagues these unbearing masses. and dark clouds claim their horizon. where dreams and lust fade away. a salty end to a bitter excuse for an existence. clear the fields and make way for the next wave of crippling failures.

GOLDEN SUNSETS WILL MATCH BLOOD SOAKED BEACHES