don’t know how to play for anyone.
like to slit riffs and expose the monster.
more, like to whore out muse to melancholy.
and maybe there is more to say in me sonically.
but I played a song for a girl once and fucked it up.
and while I was fucked up and she looked choked up
in the eyes by the…
Não é porque o céu está nublado que as estrelas morreram.
Dá vontade de desistir, mas a gente nunca desiste. Dá vontade de sumir, mas a gente nunca some. Dá vontade de jogar tudo pro alto e ser feliz, mas a gente nunca joga.