I wash myself in a cold shower,
Counting down the seconds, the minutes, the hours..
And death is growing in my heart, like flowers.
I've tried to breathe new life, but I've no power.
I stare at the ceiling,
I scream at the wall.
I'm not sure what I'm feeling,
I'm not sure that I feel at all.
I feel like my heart's beating slower,
Like it cannot bear to live in my chest.
My soul is leaking out of skin I keep pristine,
That's the price I pay for trynna be the best.
I'm losing myself,
I'm rotting away,
I lose faith in everything,
More and more each passing day.
The trashy goth hidden deep in my soul is delighted by the unapologetic murder-love of Vantablack. Some days you just want to sing along to a villain's "I want" song, and Vantablack is perfect. Trick Dempsey
This massive, nearly 200-track compilation of edgy, experimental electronic music benefits those affected by the Ghost Ship fire. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 7, 2017