Friday, April 24, 2015

Said we're both tied to our own trees / cut me loose, cut me loose


I can't rely -- perhaps I can't decide
For this train never arrives and
all of my lines have been stolen

Yesterday I hated doing lettering and today it feels refreshingly orderly; wtf brain.
This is gonna be a business carrrrd


*buckles down*





Little beast, are you wild as me?
Left some teeth in your enemies
We won't be broken
There's no curse we haven't spoken
There is no oath, there is no spell
To deliver us, to make us well

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