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personal hell personal hell
I live in my own personal hell
everyday I wake up greeted by
agony down is the only way life's been dragging
me in my little demented diminished fantasy there
is no chance to be anything what's wrong with me
everything is fine just keep tricking my mind to
crawl inside the gutter say that I need no other
take what's good and smother burn all my bridges
hate the world and talk shit on all you bitches
but that bottle of E&J takes the pain away makes
me want to stay wishing on a brighter day but if
you live in hope you're dancing to the wrong tune
I'm sinking fast and I'm sure I'm going to loose
it soon
kid you're nervous a nerd a
bird brain I'm grade A plus plus but what it is
is that it's on purpose superb in front of your
girl a verb you're a prepositional phrase amaze
flip a baby in an egg sunnyside when I glide when
I vibe when I'm high I'm all kamikaze collide in
disguise when I ride out on bitch dickless back
boneless hold the phone gripping a whip pull a vic
'cause the bitch wasn't listening to rule number
1 code violation outer space station to earth wake
up gay as fuck and it shows maybe it's your clothes
shady ho
coaxing ghosts neurosis and
coaching poaching psychosis spittle whittle and
gritting my brittle middle fiddle ditto little bit
of evil fever the lever is even leave in no reason
the season is leaving deceiving fuck I woke up stuck
miserable fuck physically frozen nose in lotion
notion potion and losing I'm cruising pushing argyle
my file is wild and foul mooded brooding zooted
uprooting and ruddered pain of others live another
day to suffer smother other voices choices choosey
loosing booze enthusiast bruising his fist feeling
shitty I'm spitting and lit up really quite a filly
illy kill me silly milling hate filling all grilling
personal hell the smell of death
on the premises personal hell I strain to quell
the grimaces personal hell I shutter on this stutter
long personal hell a sutter home I down alone day
the day curse to pray so many ways I've lead astray
silent screaming at the screen dim display array's
of gray ready steady unsteady every wake a dready
every personal hell every step a petty a rambling
man scrambling on weigh the risks and gamble on
no matter your choice you're ample wrong escape
foible denials though defile my trials while smiling
chagrin prim porcelain grins grim personal hell
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Isn't life stupid? This hook
came about on a monday morning walking to the train
on my way to work. I was just talking to my brain
and realized I live in my own personal hell.
I played
the guitar, the hook part is only 2 notes. There
are probably only like 5 different notes for this
whole song. The guitar is this hand me down ibenez
that has this metal bong slide at the bottom of
the string part keeping the strings in palce. It's
fair to moderately shitty.
The drums I made on the
computer. The snare roll is actually 2 different
snare sounds volume graphed all special.
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