اگزیستانسیال
Mascara – Marrow
i wear these wounds their all in silence, but they hum a mournful tune. in the depths of my own darkness, beneath the unforgiving moon.
اگزیستانسیال
Mascara – Marrow
i wear the wounds of my mother, in the tears she never shed. they bloom like ghostly flowers in the garden of the dead.
اگزیستانسیال
Mascara – Marrow
3:30 i wear those wounds like shadows stitched to the bone.
never let a bad day distract you from the fact that it gets even worse.
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The Style Is Death
Forever Grey
under the cold of tears, she'll decay and be warm. the style is death; a white rose in a morphine dream, a joke to amuse life, goodbye into a snowstorm. while you shake the thoughts, memories of conversation.
اگزیستانسیال
Forever Grey – The Style Is Death
come back the line like eager sadness. a knife hollows them out. a thin skin of black letters.
اگزیستانسیال
Forever Grey – The Style Is Death
2:21 i make myself sick, born with thoughts of disappointment. hands out, palms dry.
اگزیستانسیال
Forever Grey – The Style Is Death
give me something to grasp, false truth or fake hope. we say yes to death.
i felt my life was taken away from me each time i saw the other ones were taken.
the answer is extinction. of all kinds. we're too fucked for this world.
my existential crisis hits me every time i think about humanity. like damn chill we're both on the same side for fucks sake.
i hate how well spoken i am in my mind and how badly spoken i am in real life.
Where Does a Body End?
Swans
i saw you kneeling on a desert plateau, your eyes were melting from inside your skull. the wind was burning holes into my skin. where does a body end? your voice is drifting through the stratosphere, my mouth is drinking from your pool of tears. i saw your heartbeat in the
radium screen.
what does a body mean?