Texty: Her Demise My Rise. The Compulsive and Compelled.

All I'm thinking is where to go
Where to run
'Cause there's so many places to hide

Sometimes I just don't think life's here for me
I don't even give a fuck about who's representing us
'Cause the only that's coming out of it is money and lies

My last sunrise

I'm on my knees begging
For someone to believe in me
I'm on my knees screaming my lungs
So he can see

Many things are better yet untold
And unseen

Keep your fucking mouth shut and your eyes
open