House of Thumbs piosenki

"compare your life to mine" I drink from the poisoned mouth her kiss so foul swallowing and wallowing perpetually ;";" in an ocean of misery the more I swill, the more the belly fills irate, until narcosis comes along with bleeding gums sickly and nu...

We crawl through the tainted soil and we stay strong in numbers deep in the maze within your brain segmented shapes billions of legs do wander we burrow below the sticky surface of your morals what you protect, we can infect with venomous claws our ex...

I thought I was past this but the past is evidently not finished with me redirected anger from self to selflessness circling and spiraling until I wake up in dream sat on a concrete chair and gazed at the red sky failed too many times tasted defeat a...

greetings and a firm handshake who would have guessed that I'd tear off your hand and then beat you to death with it at least, that's what I pictured in my head at the time... unlocked the hand from mine a few pleasantries here and there get away fro...

that day, I traded her flesh for another noose licked her eyes closed and then set her loose she could still find her way and as I swayed back and forth I could hear everybody laughing at the silly look on my face but she stood still with both eyes sea...

Welcome to the sty. Step into the den. I'm always here, writhing in discontentment. To lessen the pungent stench of my own misery, I dive into a warm cup of piss. Empty bottles of failure – the décor. In my cloudy box, you will find me wrecked and face dow...

So many days gone that scent lingers on... years have past now what a mess I made of everything that bitter stench seems to grow in potency "am I your reflection, melting mirror smile, am I worth the value, do my love defile" sweet vapour that fille...

I don't know you. I don't like you. No association. Only what's been said. No facial features, just a blurry image. I picture you sorry and limp, a shadow fading to nothing. In my head, you're a quick fix – a subpar substitution. You're wrecking my latest...

From the depths of oblivion I emerge to repeat past mistakes re-animate me so I might once again thrive in our mutual misery impervious to psychosomatic attack act and react no words or actions to retract the spoken word - my weapon of choice the key...

you wear yourself inside out a common picture painted with a crooked brush and twisted bristles sold for a cheap laugh is there more than meets the eye? could the visual be a lie? most would not begin to try to read between the lines I will recognise...

if only we could go back to the beginning and pick another path to get lost on in a state of emergency from which there is no recovery the bottle seems to be the only relief but she's a thief and a cheat never will she give as much as she will take away...

So I'm back where everything feels black, comforting are the sounds of silence before the screams deafen me. Just as you expect, I will seek out a new post to scratch on, a new toy I'll chew up and spit out like before. I'll spin out of control and destroy...

to the naked eye it might seem that I'm just another blurry face in the light, I hide I'll shed a tear on command, but I'm laughing on the inside tell me why you're so convinced that your past makes you heinous and sinister in good time I'll show...

We've waited so long for this sublime moment. You've been so patient (and your reward shall come) soon my friend, just a little longer. I trust you will remain (just as sharp as ever). Rest in my palm, so pristine, so divine I see myself in you – a union so...

left with mother's disdain have I done wrong? hid from this world's immorality I'm still unclean under the earth buried. laid to rest I discover.. I dig, I play, I make, new toys my designs have a certain realism authenticity I get my hands dirty.....

obligatory small talk is made before business can be done I lower my head and arise to meet the eyes of one who wouldn't pay respect the insult is direct codes and customs followed rigidly save for one loud mouth employee a little too quick with your...

I know I need to refocus but everything is getting to me – disabling. Empty eyes, the frontlines of a mind, so fragmented I'll pick up the pieces until I'm dead in the ground. Aimless, circling the nothing, I've been tripping over all of the same fucking ob...

odd desire to which I'm unaccustomed to it's as ironic as it is unsettling it's like a tug of war pull me apart how could I be my own casualty? unlike me.. so often I've been the wicked scandalous and illicit uncertainty's non existant usually not...

Distance between now and forever a thousand years in the space of one dark minute... repetition of regretful seconds consume every single conscious moment spent today wasting away reconnect to what was once forgotten some things are better left hidden...

Let construction begin how would you assemble the perfect nothing? re-arranging like puzzle pieces a shape never before seen complex and jagged every edge, sharpened to tear through all vapour to solidify then liquify accordingly cannot stop what can'...