"When there is no more room in Hell... The Dead will walk the Earth..." Umm... I play guitar for two Gem City Punk bands THE BOOBS and THE SiCS. I fukkin' love it. The music is my life. Playing shows, goin' to shows & partying with my friends and bros, the GCP & DDC crew, good fukkin' times. HOCKEY FUKKIN' RULES! GO BLUEJACKETS!!! CARRY THE FLAG!!!
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------------------------------------------- "ONLY SLEEP" - STAR FUCKING HIPSTERS ----------------------------
'when darkness drown your bleeding heart...
and tyrants tear your world apart...
and none of it is making sense...
it's all mistakes or accidents...
we're all just players in a game...
the strings are never pulled the same...
and I have to make a change right now...
but nothing changes anyhow...
or any ways to change today...
seems fucking pointless anyway...
and sympathy it runs so deep...
and I can't even fall asleep...
...
I'd be abysmal to presume...
solutions to stave off our doom...
yes, I mean our sudden soon to end...
through all these fading times we spend...
and when I think away on things I pissed...
I'd ask to be writ off your list...
no social skills no special price...
I can only try to empathize...
good memories held in my hand...
through finger cracks they fall like sand...
if only there were some to keep...
I'd have to trade them all for sleep...
...
and losing sleep adds so much time...
the days can drag my bleeding mind...
into a state of jagged shock...
that twists and winds but never stops...
and dreams are memories as well...
and some of them read just like hell...
if you could be my only friend...
I'd cherish all the time we spend...
and though we're so infrequent now...
our hearts dance somewhere anyhow...
so many make our lives seem cheap...
and in the end we all must sleep...
...
and endless flaming turning fire...
the setting sun that rises higher...
the beautiful bright blinding light...
that never quite turns into night...
our hearts can fly up freely there...
our minds can breathe such precious air...
to all my fine fair weather friends...
good tidings are all I can send...
I forgive you though you never knew...
just what it was you put me through...
and to all my enemies the same...
your obsessions kept me in this game...
and according to this life I've led...
I should have lost more than my head...
and on the edge that tilts so steep...
I dream awake only of sleep...' ------------
