Treehouse - A Euphemism for Failure | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Treehouse
• A Euphemism for Failure

Theehouse - S/T 2011

DIY/Punk/Screamo:
USA

http://vk.com/thesadnesswilllastforever

Fourteen hours of becoming a seperate being who's void of conviction (and) feasting on "only"s. It feels like there's something I'm not telling myself. Avoiding the cold corners I'll just... sing until I'm warm. We are the masters of the art of not knowing what to say. We're wearing inch-thick helmets and feeling pretty safe. Bada, Bada, Bada x100. HERE! An exact replica of the sentiment that exists when i'm placed in your presence; notice the filth, and lack of color-- these are the things I don't need.

Treehouse еще тексты