Today's Moshpm brought on by speaking too fast and drawing falling stars into the background of an empty sky.



Enlightened by the storm that feeds the depression the play fell from our eyes build a confession laugh as the sky falls shadows within shadows you see it's not there remember the steep streets none were silent all were frayed I can't sleep in silence it's warm beneath the flames with my torn black sheet looking up to see the bottom too dark to see the gray flames in my hands my nightmares are in color build the towers to the skies I've died trying hide between the cinder blocks and loose gravel when did I become transparent fade in and out between the frequencies never asked to live forever hollow and unfair jump to see if you'll live the story has no ending it just finishes here released from reality and forced into dreams sleep well sleeper the liars wait for the morning then they'll come for you

A Pro-emo post

I'm really only making this post because Emo gets such a bad rap due to all the pop punk bullshit that has became popular. I don't know the exact history of emo, but I do know it diverged from punk at some point and became what was known as emotive hardcore, more or less, which really only meant the lyrics were even more honest and endearing.Anyways, this song isn't bad at all. The drumming, the riffs and development, the lyrics, all that shit is on point and beautiful. I'd recommend anyone get this album if they're at least looking to hear someone just be honest in their music and say exactly what they feel with out sounding stupid.



Who Calls So Loud - Sleep-like


callous! i awake in this dream state.
everyday runs together.
i am a hallow shell.
colors and lights run together.
i don't feel. my only defense is sleep and the sleep-like.
this is beyond mediocrity, this is reality.
this is beyond apathy, this is giving up.
what hurts most is discovering all i believed
in and fastened myself too are illusions.
as the world distracts and decays.
the only portion of it i know distracts me
and i begin to decay.
distract and decay. the smell is overwhelming.
there is life off in the landscape.
i can see it through the distortion and blur.
my legs are now dead weight.
ill drag myself there if i have to.


Also gonna throw a Cap'n Jazz song in here because TIm Kinsella is a great lyricist and the band itself isn't half bad at all.



fire is motion. work is repetition.
this is my document. we are all all we've done.
we are all all we've done. we are all all defenses.
fire is motion. is motion growth?
and you are colder than oldness could ever be.
and you are bolder than buzzing bugs.
my mama said my cousin bucky's
so boldly bald cuz he never took his hat off.
he kept that cap on even when swimming.
i know there's a lesson in there somewhere something
nothing special 'bout boys who smell like salami
and boys who've never apologized.
and you are colder than oldness could ever be.
and you are bolder than buzzing bugs.

This last song is espeically great to me because its about accepting who you are and sincerely knowing just who it is that you are and not being ashamed of it. The song is of course in lament to the feeling of not accepting one's self, but that only makes it strike harder.