fragile21

The dead can awake, but the grave is never far behind.

It has been forever since I've been on here. I've been really busy with...well everything. I followed Ministry from South Carolina, Atlanta and then to Nashville. It was so awesome. My friends and I got to hang out with Hanzel und Gretyl in Atlanta and then they put us on the guest list for Nashville. So we got in free there and then hung out with them for a few hours after the show. It was really cool. Loopy is great and I will fight anyone who says otherwise!

In South Carolina I ran out into the ocean after the show. It was great. I haven't been to the beach in so long. And when we woke up the next morning we saw dolphins swimming pretty close to the shore. It was a good way to wake up.

I updated my pics. The ones with the long hair are about a month old. I cut it all off today.

I'm slowly gathering stuff to record with. I'm getting a new interface in a couple of weeks. My plan to record several songs by the end of the year is probably getting pushed back, but that's ok. I know it's coming.

Now let's sit back and watch the world burn.

the burning bush
you think your god actually made you a king
youre just sheltered under a blood soaked right wing
it was their sharp tongues that pulled you up with strings
and when the world is on fire youll count your blessings

youve got your savior nailed right to your heart
youd roll back the stone but then it could all fall apart
and resurrect those demons that have left you scarred
and you cant fly when youre all feathered and tarred

purify
let the flames consume and not just burn

youre trying to paint yourself as an angel of light
when youre still killing without an end in sight
you still speak as youre the one in the design
and you make sure that no sheep gets out of line

ive never seen you walk on this holy water
and if you want to play the part of a martyr
get a gun and blow yourself away higher
and when this is over itll be shown youre the liar

purify
let the flames consume and not just burn

up on the skull, down in the bone
youre tied to the horn
waiting to open the sky for brimstone
and slaughter all who are not reborn

purify

i cant fucking wait to see you dead
riding in a motorcade with a hole in your head