Lyrics:
Small Towns Burn A Little Slower

Passed by a patch of flowers planted to form a cross But they were dead just like my faith in the shape that they were born in And I couldn't help but

away at the back of my mind. feeding on my inhibitions. i wanna sever the bonds that have tied me down, and tied my tongue. wage war with the lesser self. be a

at every evil that's in range. Gutless mangy mutts that masquerade as dainty ladies waisting daises on shallow graves. A clever cover to a book with

Love if you're reading this, than I am already gone. Since I've fallen into grey, don't hesitate to take another love. Don't want you to be alone, I

shed your appendages. trade your skin for scales. venomous speech. your blood stained teeth. you won't stop until you've sucked us dry. you speak your

got to pull the whole weight now. Cause the knob on the door won't turn without your hand. And lady luck is a fickle mistress if you've got a pen cause

A look of adoration you know is not mistaken or faked He questions the validity of his life Hair grows thin as skin grows thick His eyes convey an emptiness only a

I hate my need for affirmation and attention. Wish I could begin to blend in with the Scenery. But I'm struggling to find a balanced flow between my

i've got a painting in my head (one that will not soon fade) of twisted metal and broken glass. they say it all will fade in time, but it's tattooed