i wasn't aware that they changed the meaning of you to me, overnight, late last night- no wonder nothing ever went right. the dictionary finds itself on the floor again, after fleeing the top shelf, aimed for my head. you can only bury yourself in your books so far, my only weapon being my words and this guitar. so your tone poems never brought any sleep, doesn't mean i don't love you all so deep, so your words were complicated and hand-picked out, doesn't mean i ever had, any bit of doubt. you're turning the pages.
Nick's online record label. Putting out his various side and solo projects and ranging from black metal to electronica to acoustic rock. These Branches