this operation, watch out as i make a mess of it.
all stuck like tarpits up in my head.
this dull perdition, i am motivated by the hell of it
or stuck in my tracks, it just depends.
this precious lifetime, runs opposite to eternity,
infinite timelines rush by and pass
insist now that i'm, i'm obsessed and so aware of it
fixated on things that i can't have.
but jealousy is a boring, boring game.
and i do much better with crazy, crazy, crazy.
i wanna be your cast iron obligation.
i wanna be the poetry you dream.
i wanna breath your pressure to succeed.
i wanna be your court ordered sense of failure,
i wanna taste the aftertaste of shame.
i wanna be your day stuck in the rain.
i wanna be your court ordered acquisition.
i wanna be the thing that you achieve.
i wanna be your reminder to breathe,
i wanna be your cast iron sense of sadness
i wanna be half real, half make believe
i wanna be self consciously incomplete
supported by 11 fans who also own “tour demo 2012”
I found Days N' Daze right at the end of a long term relationship falling apart into a toxic mess. This album really helped me get through it. Call in the Coroner in particular was on repeat many days. Thanks for the tunes y'all! Tribar