I’m Packed With Broken Glass And Memories

I Am Too Far Gone To Be Rehabilitated.

Somewhere Someone Is Thinking Of You. Someone Is Calling You An Angel. This Person Is Using Celestial Colors To Paint Your Image. Someone Is Making You Into A Vision So Beautiful That It Can Only Live In The Mind.

The Visceral Nature Of Hard Rock Music, The Fact That You Can Have This Sledge Hammering Sound - And That You Can Hook A Lyric Up And A Feeling Up To Something And Make The Lyric Jump Into This Machine That Crushes. That Has Always Been Really Attractive To Me, That Kind Of Power.

Weakness Is What Brings Ignorance, Cheapness, Racism, Homophobia, Desperation, Cruelty, Brutality, All These Things That Will Keep A Society Chained To The Ground, One Foot Nailed To The Floor.

Maybe Some Things Are Better Left Broken And Scattered Veiled In Darkness, Secret Bitterness And Self-doubt I Should Have Known Better Than To Start Something That I Couldn't Finish That I Couldn't Care About That I Couldn't Remember Starting In The First Place I Don't Want To Know You You Went Years Without Me You Might As Well Keep Going.