#songwriter

[forever70s]

Gerome Ragni in 1969

[elanoramikalson]

leak for the debut track for my debut album <3

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L O G A N

(if you can decode the blurry photo, you can know the lyrics <3)

[mightbeanangel]

lyricism is really fucking hard

[sweetriumphprestige]

raging nights

I'm strong but i can't fight

all the time, i bleed with all my might

I'm still afraid of the dark

even though it's not that hard

I still believe in violence

isolation and abstinence

You were raised in sweets

I was raised in teeth

My love, I know

destroy me slowly

shiver me till I bleed

if it's all meant to me, then why does it hurts to feel

i bite myself, I'm not hungry but I'm starving

always on my own

til I'm old and grown

i hate myself but i can't go

I wish i was brave enough to die

but i still have all my eyes

if it's all meant to me, then why does it hurts to feel

to be greatly is to be picked

i bite my hands, not hungry

but I'm starving

till it makes me dream

I'll flow my blood with stream

Eat me like meat

Kiss me till I rot

Kiss me till tomorrow

treat me like a rabid dog

I was meant to starve until until I puke

Slit my own throat, so you can drink, die and choose

shaking till, kill and cry

i can't see sunlight

always on my own

always on my own

[streettampon]

It’s pretty plain

It’s pretty plain

I’m taking up space

How deep is your garden?

It’s pretty plain

It’s pretty plain

You rise and fall like The Times

Bruised and battered

To reap what you sow

Pity or desire

Who the fuck do you know

Always for you

always for you

But they keep watching you

And watching you

Through your screens and your TVs

Through streetlights and satellite cameras

And the craziest thing is they’re telling you about it to your face (know)

But you’re too tired

To look them in the face

And spit

Who do you

Know

Who do you

Know

[streettampon]

I feel it over me

It’s something over me

And I just can’t sleep

It’s something over me

it’s something I can’t reach

But they’re in my jeans

Oh

Oh

You mock and mock and mock me

You rock and brood and sweat

For something different

It looks clean

They mock and bruise and bend

To see a child’s neck

It looks clean

And they’re cutting limbs off kids

Sipping from the cups they bled

Bread and circus please

Won’t the media release?

Dropping bombs on kids

To disguise the precedent

[ilovesparkyunicorns]

i wrote three majorly depressing songs today. one is about climate change, and two are about people not reaching out for help when they know that I would be more than willing to help them. guys plz just reach out I love you guys

sorry i'm feeling a bit sappy today