crywank - only everyone can judge me lyrics (DONATE TO CRYWANK IN DESC) jenna 2016-07-11 | DONATE TO CRYWANK VIA THEIR BANDCAMP, THEY (and i) MAKE NO REVENUE FROM THIS VIDEO SO IT'S IMPORTANT THAT YOU HELP CONTRIBUTE IF YOU CAN: crywank.bandcamp.com/musici am also awaiting a response from them to determine if they would like this video removed/taken down due to this exact fact.crywank.bandcamp.com/album/tomorrow-is-nearly-yesterday-and-everyday-is-stupidHive mind is scary I feel vulnerable and stupid Waiting for a new embaressment to go and tear right through meA dependent fruitless animal, watch me brimming with shame. And this confidence I fake only makes matters worse. I am not a stallion, I am just perverse. Hopeless, and docile, and tamed. Another day I won't remember, another day I wished away. Tedious days punctuated by dismay, everyday feels the same. It's the routine, It's the regret. That makes me worse yet. Did I forget your name or make a joke and no-one laughed? Did I come across as stupid or did I cum too fast? This isn't a brave face, this is a mask. Now I remember it doesn't take much to make me feel small.
Los Campesinos! - Too Many Flesh Suppers jenna 2017-06-03 | https://soundcloud.com/los-campesinos...They found two dogs hung from electrical pylons,by their hind legs just down from my roadYou slit their bellies open left the knife inside,they'd ripped off our collars, we had nowhere to hideDo you feel the sweat drip?Wake up when your hearts skipsfour am you're screaming, "Mother, swear I am a good kid"I lean across to take the wheel,whilst so far blisters form and heal,compose a mental list of subtle ways to broach the point againTake my callous hand, sink these bloody fingers,Too many flesh suppers,Too many scents lingerTake my callous hand, sink these bloody fingers,Too many flesh suppers,Too many scents lingerYou take the bed and I'll take the floor,I'll block the draft that comes under the doorYou take the sheets and I'll wrap in clothes, I overpack to keep out the coldTake my callous hand, sink these bloody fingers,Too many flesh suppers,Too many scents lingerTake my callous hand, sink these bloody fingers,Too many flesh suppers,Too many scents lingerI plunge my hand deep like child scraping around jam jar,Unwieldy as teenagers reach below his lover's belt lineThe power that I felt, when you looked me in the eye,And said "I promise boy, I'll never let you see me cry"You don't pay back the debt you owe your parents for birth,by giving Grandkids in returnYou watch them dieThrough your declining eyesMy clandestine, broken cage,we'll keep them secret, 'cause there's no other wayYou ripped off my flesh and my heart gripped the ribs like a prisoner
Seahaven - Its Over lyrics jenna 2014-01-27 | I couldn't find a lyric video to this song, so I made one. This is my first lyric video, so sorry if there are errors.Disclaimer, I don't own this song, all rights to Seahaven.
