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some album art i’ve been rocking in between everything else. I love this kindof shit.

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So here is a really really shitty new song the other night in result of my insomnia, booze and dissecting myself. I fucked up alot on this but I mean consider the fact I was half a bottle of rum in when I decided to record this song so I wouldn’t forget it when I get sober. meh, it’s le folk punk so if you don’t dig folk punk shit, you will think this is shit...it’s shit either way but whatever. enjoy this shitty drunken tune. Here are the lyrics: I find myself retreating back in my room, trying to find chords so I can sing to the moon, about how I’m very sick but I’ll get better soon, and I’m so sick and tired of writing the same tunes, but its cuz, its cuz, Cuz I am pessimistic, optimistic, never know which one, I am quite sadistic, narcissistic, yes you bet I’m fun. I am fatalistic, a statistic, please hand me that gun, I am too simplistic, not artistic, but I pretend I’m one. I am unofficial, artificial, I can’t be myself, I am superficial, won’t look at you, if you don’t shiver my skin cells. I’m not beneficial, I’ve got issues, but don’t seek help, I’ll jump out the window, still say bless you, but I don’t believe in hell. or maybe I know it too damn well. or maybe I’m in love with hell. I don’t believe in God, but I still find myself, begging to the skies, as if there is some one in the silence hearing out my cries, no I don’t cry I just whine about how much I can’t cry, but I plead as a prayer just in case he’s real and I meet him when I die, But I’m too cool to say that so I’ll say I’m like the anti christ,cuz I’ve met shitty christians, bigger sinners who admit they lie. and though I want to kill myself, that doesn’t mean I want to die, see life is precious, all it’s beauty makes me hold on tight, but I’m afraid my inner demons, blur my purpose and my sight, it’s life that keeps me but what kills me is the fright, of thinking I’m not living my life right.and it seems no matter how hard I try, what caves inside is my convictions and drive, because I still feel so fucking alone despite, every heart I hold still will not fill up mine, well its cuz, I think its cuz,I desire, I inspire to bring out the truth, I’m a sneaky liar, I inquire, things that get me screwed, I burn big fires, I rewire, my head and all its roots, I may conspire, I admire, I’m nice or fucking rude. I betray, my self all day and those I love so dear, and I array all of my pain, in shots of rum and beer, I am vain, and far too drained of all the things I fear, I’m humane, but I’m insane so nothing’s fucking clear. Can someone please take the wheel, I’m scared I’ll disappear, or even more so reappear, and I don’t want to steer. And I can’t find myself inside these walls, everything I have ever heard, goes in one ear and up it crawls, into my thoughts to doubts so tall, I don’t know how to try and curve, all of this constant saddening words, I feel that may be I deserve, to feel like shit "but that’s absurd", "no its not, how dare you have the nerve", and so my brain goes in a brawl, fighting it’s self makes me feel small, I can’t do this at all.I am pessimistic, optimistic, never know which one.