Sabotage will set us free.

Three Trapped Tigers  |  Cramm

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I am the moment in time when your eyes start to wander and your head starts to spin in the simplest task decided what you would wear found your faults in a straight line had to remember to stop wringing out the same cloth

say it to my face if it satiates your appetite 

SAY IT, SAY IT LOUD!!!

Exploring Isartal.

By Thorsten Nunnemann.

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You can call this coming clean  Or the repeat of what you know  About the struggles I once had  As I’m learning to let go I made a pledge to myself if I was to raise my voice  To be direct as I can be no matter what I may destroy But I can’t say I haven’t aged I’ve outgrown what I used to be I won’t fake what is expected to succeed with album three (that’s not me) Does this mean that the words won’t come?  Does this mean that I’m at my end?  If my joy comes with the price of my love I won’t pay if I have to pretend There’s always a chance to relapse and fall back  To the person I still fear is there So if this ink will suddenly run out I’ll refill if I feel the need to share It was the fall of last year in New York City Day two of a tour, when my friend Johnny said  “Hey, I’d like you to meet Andy” We got to talking and connected on some things Mutual friends how his band started writing But, then something was spoke, I knew exactly what he meant I understood when he said “It’s hard to write content”  And it still is And it still is But I won’t take a step back  Though it might be for the best And it still is And it still is I know you asked for some advice They use your blood to capitalize So give up all your secrets To move units, display your weakness You might spend some years alone And the price of forgetting your home So expose what hurts you the worst The exchange deals a handsome return Are you in?

and i didnt move a muscle, i was quiet as a mouse and i swore i saw you in here but i was looking at myself so will you show up to my funeral?

When I look at you Oh, I don’t know what’s real

I am the angel of death. The time of purification is at hand.