Under the moment

 Song of the day;;

→ Harakiri for the Sky - Manifesto

I took out my pen and pad

And set to write my manifesto

It was a one line poem, said

Don't let nothing ever get you low

There's a hole open to heaven

And I looked straight through

We were love-drunk

Giving like we was living on the bayou

Who made these fucking rules

And said that I was born to live by?

Give 'em hell 'til I die

Don't bury me in no suit and tie

'Cause I don't wanna work

For another man's money

Yes, sir, no, sir

Give it to me, honey

I had a revelation

I was told a lie

Live to consume

Work to buy and then die

Oh, but truth enters the mind

One little word at a time

And you can't shake the smell

Of the cat on the line

Who made these fucking rules

And said that I was born to live by?

Give 'em hell 'til I die

Don't bury me in no suit and tie

'Cause I don't wanna work

For another man's money

Yes, sir, no, sir

Give it to me, honey

Who made these fucking rules

And said that I was born to live by?

Who made these fucking rules

And said that I was born to live by?

Who made these fucking rules

And said that I was born to live by?

Who made these fucking rules

And said that I was born to live by?

Tell me I'm alive

Show me I am human

I wanna log off, shut down

And leave the room

Here and now

 Song of the day;;

→ Harakiri for the Sky - Fire, Walk with Me

How can we forgive ourselves?

For what we have become?

How should we bear this burden?

Displace the things we've done?

I loved you so fucking much

It nearly lasted a lifetime

Fuck, I scratched my heart out

Just to watch it bleed

I wish I was kerosene, just to set myself on fire

I wish I was kerosene, I'd burn all we've edified

I wish I was kerosene, plain to set your world on fire

I wish I was kerosene, just to feed the flames

And a bottle of whiskey later

I can still recall the shape of your face

While I forgot my way home

While I forgot my own fucking name

While I forgot my own fucking name

Who even calls this place home?

In the best case it's a grave with a view

I was never really here

But the streets still seem to know my name

Stay, never mind the emptiness

Leave, fire walks with me

You kept a lot of secrets and I kept none

I wish I could go back and keep some

I usually keep my sadness

Pent up deep inside

Where it can fester quietly

To become mental illness

You were so fucking afraid

You might be living a lie

Oh, poor you

I may have lived like twenty

I wish I was kerosene, just to set myself on fire

I wish I was kerosene, I'd burn all we've edified

I wish I was kerosene, plain to set yourself on fire

I wish I was kerosene, at least to feed the flames

This will never be about life

Always about love and death

These are the only things that make me write

The things that let me bleed, that let me starve

The soil below me whispers my name and suggests

You are done here, come home now?

Face the triangle of growth, decline and decay

'Cause the harder you struggle, the tighter the noose

The tighter the noose