Tekster:
Crime In Stereo

to remember things don't heat up until the sun goes down. From between the heat of passing cars, well things got ugly from the start. We saved some money from some crimes

Hey I know it's getting pretty late, but I was wondering, how are things around the office these days? Did your boss ever give you that raise? Does

So I wanted goals. I saw all I needed was: -a home with a view of something beautiful -a woman that I trusted -the friends that I grew up with But

With nitroglycerine dripping off our chins and elbows sliding off the bar, we speak and breathe and charm our way under trains and between cars.

What began as a poem is now just a burden, a vicious song that's mine to keep. What began as forgetting is now just a prototype of ways to fight

Dusk hits and the whole world gets to be, "knock three times, tell them who sent you and who you came to see". I could find you in any dive in any

If Saturdays end sadder days, pay stubs should bring salvation accelerating heartbeats happily. But these days our day jobs barely cover insurance

Catastrophe! Now all my happiest memories bear distance resemblance to a nations spent shell casings to me. It's so obscene. With guns, germs,

The weight's been slipping away for days. Sleeping on the floor and trying hard not to breathe, it seems this just might be unravelling me. I woke up