Satan sleeps inside my brain
and when he wakes he takes me far away.
He takes me to this place,
that I completely hate,
where I’m a prisoner in my own body.

And I cannot escape, I’m just a rat in a maze,
and he sleeps less and less with the the days coming.
So I beg and beg, crawling on my knees,
“Depart from me.” But He won’t.

The ocean isn’t any louder while the city sleeps.
We just aren’t there to wash it out when were occupied with dreams.
A good friend once told me that “darkness only confirms what we cannot see.”
Well I sunk underground and I’m laughing now ‘cause I finally understand what it means.
I understand

“This is me, this is my disease.”
So take your mud and water and please let me see.
I do not know what I believe.
But if you really loved me, you’d set me free.

I need to know I can but when I let my head fall, I see I’m walking on nothing but clay.
I need to leave you behind, conduct a cut and run, just like my father before me.
You little serpent, little cancer, little poison, little death. You are my worst at its best.
You are a dirty dog in this field of flowers. What is a thief to do with nothing left to steal?

There’s a war inside my head, a brilliant display of death.
Even with the chemicals gone, there’s still blood everywhere.
A friend says “send yourself back home, and heal your deepest wounds.
And if the scars they leave can’t be ignored, remember none of this is real.”
What a simple solution to prescribe when you aren’t haunted like house.
You could perch the universe atop my shoulders, it wouldn’t even cast a shadow now.
I’ve got a mountain to move.

I bought this album at Bringing It Back For The Kids Fest this year. Seahven was supposed to play but ended up getting the boot cause the promotor sucks…annnnnnyway. I actually bought this without ever really listening to them but I had heard great things so I was stoked as fuck to see them. Needless to say they are one of my favorite current bands right now.

In awe I’m sinking through the floor
A hopeless heart bursting through a paperthin chest
Attaching memories and dreams to the same old songs and sounds
Shaking, disappearing in the flood
Watching an amber sun sink west
Watercolors, brilliance, and everything that is will wash away
Where do we go?
Where is the floor?
How will I know that I’ve found my home?
We all die alone
We’re waiting and wishing, loving and screaming like children
Erasing, embracing, enduring and we’re screaming like children
The fog rolls in, the summer fades
The seasons spin and these bodies age
Our pictures hang in elaborate frames
Our feelings change and nothing stays
Cause nothing stays, we all float away
Our voices change and we love in vain
Where do we go?
Where is the floor?
How will I know that I’ve found my home?
We all die alone

finnysmh:

Hey guys, here’s a video of Losin’ It playing in a small ass warehouse. We weren’t even supposed to play, but I’m glad we did. Lennon played drums instead of guitar. Go to 1:05, 3:04, and 3:35 for some silly ass shenanigans.

Giving Dustin a ride hahaha 

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