Sulfate, We just can’t stand to be alive.
Sulfate, We love your anguish.
Sulfate, We devour our own lives.
Sulfate, Because it never really mattered.

I’m trapped, distracted.
Broken down, lost Continue reading

What makes you think that we will be ok?
Every moment of despair is just perpetual decay.
You can scream you words, even write your lies,
Buy some therapy to fill up that simpleton stye.
The world Continue reading

We’re waiting here
In need of some
Brazen self destruction
All the answers
Just aren’t good enough
Our souls became distractions.
As we line our beds
With ornaments
Cause we find our hearts are Continue reading

In the end
You’ll be here once again.
Where were you
When war stretched ‘cross the land.
It’s our blood
That’s paved across the sand.
It’s our souls
That hold the scars and dead.

You’ve Continue reading

There’s a story writ by angels
That ne’er included me.
The children’s spoken gospel.
A carving in a tree.
You repeat it when you whisper.
You can feel it when you breathe.
It harkens to the best Continue reading

I’m a slaughter house freakshow
In a martyr’s masquerade.
I got another reason to believe
But is that really what I want or what I need?
Am I a butcher
Cutting lives for me to feed
Or just another Continue reading

If I were
A man of faith,
Do you think
God’d know my face?
If i were
A man of stone,
Do you think
He’d let me go?
If I were
A man who ran,
Do you think
I could come again?
If I were
A man Continue reading

There’s a sorrow to the rhythm
That echoes through the night.
I try to picture where it goes
But to it, I find I’m blind.
I grind up glass to coat my tongue
And bite these words of mine,
But all Continue reading

I feel all my lines
Giving away.
And no one can see it
But I know it’s me.
Sitting alone
With nowhere to go.
I wish that I wasn’t
The only soul
Trying to be
More than I am.
I know you’d fight Continue reading

There’s a tingle in my fingers
Polarizing my spine.
My vision dims,
My ears turn tin,
And my tongue sharpens a knife.
There’s an echo in the hallway.
I think something’s alive.
There’s a scrape Continue reading