sorry for breaking your head….
i’ve been working on it lately.
it’s hurts being the ace of spades sometimes…..
please me, peace me…

how do you feel jesse? how do you feel OIswego?
honestly, i feel like dying. i have no one to talk to.
this is my only non-alcoholic outlet.

people talk about dead relatives, dead friends..
what happens when you are dead?

i miss lauren — i miss the verbal diarhea we have had.
i miss someone who will listen, and not judge.
i miss someone whom i don’t have to drag through life thus far.

my arm just “healed” this week, after 1.5 years of shattered.
i’ve been pissing off the hood with my hardcore guitar. sam.
she is my baby.
she will waste your town tonight, as long as i direct her NYHC.

don’t give me your target, give me your fuse…i’ll light it baby.
i’m so lit, i can burn Canada tonight.
the whole shitty nation of canux.
i’m never giving in.
i’m gonna watch it all die before i do.

give me everything i deserve, everything i want, everything i need.
love is a one-sided blade — and i get stabbed every time.
is it because i am blunt?
or am i just that much of an asshole?

you tell me.

i leave now—-but i leave you with some blood for blood…
“cause my mind is fucked and my heart is cold…i’m a timebomb-ticking motherfucker.”
give me hope, give America hope, give your sisters/brothers hope.
“i’m filled with rage, filled with distress….i want to destroy”