Ken Mode piosenki

This is unsettling, and this is real. Seated; partially arched, lower back a flutter of dull discomfort, neck slightly forward, fingers to keys. Is this hunger or anxiety? Sifting through receipts...there is a full realization of the sacrifice at hand. Was thi...

I thought I’d learn, but I’m an idealist. I thought I’d wait, but I deserve it. How about we go out of our way to complicate the process? There’s a certain thrill to this strategy, no matter how idiotic it may seem. Let’s blur the lines until the flames drown...

When you've got that beat in your head and you can't stop can't stop can't stop. Rolling: hot, sweating, absent to all but one, and fixated beyond all comprehension. This is it and you're all that exists; and you feel it too. This magnitude: more than mere att...

I’m not playing. Logic keeps me bound; keeps the pieces in check, and every beginning has its orchestrated conclusion. This is a lack of everything that was claimed to have stood for. A lack; skittering and unapologetic: within the eye of the storm, taking ref...

No matter how much I do, there is an overwhelming sense that I'm not doing enough; In every facet of my life. A heavy psychological burden to be carrying; Like a backpack full of fifty five pound plates. But it brings with it a clear message: never accept medi...

Cleb footed monarchy, latch your teeth to the rines. Forcibly plastooned, big dog makes thin ice. Rines for grape gravy, a sealed fate. Washing the weight of the ruins proves lumbered. I held you to it. Those words you spoke. Sliding, weak, enhanced in beauty....

Have to keep my words close; keep them safe and succinct. So much has changed, but I can’t tell just how thoroughly. Maybe this ice age is reaching its twilight and we’re reading too far into the damage done - maybe there is still hope; maybe this is ridiculou...

Fattening the wind, and sleek self-fulfilled punishment takes hold. Tagged for the day, as accomplishments become unbearable tasks. What kind of torture have you lain out for me, oh deepest of desires? I am beckoning at your door, following the augmented mist...

I fail to see the humour in having a pulse.Your insipid hopes and dreams will only serve as a further catalyst to an ageless resurgence, and reminding me ad naseum drives the point home stronger than ever. I refuse to be sorry for denying a spoon fed a destiny...