Ghost Of The Northeast

Thank yous: Chris: my mom, grandma, stevee jo for being my muse and pissing me off so much, xstand firmx  house (RIP) for letting us get started and practice in their basement, arizona iced tea, big texas cinnamon rolls, 2189 skateshop, HK Crew, straight edge, moshing, satan. FakeOne CFK for makin us a dope tshirt design. and all the kids who help support us. Bryan:  My mom and dad for supporting me and standing behind me in everything i do, my brothers justin jordan and josh, my girlfriend morgan & the dom war girls. All my brothers in S.O.S.F. World Wide, my Cain Corso Mastiff Kuma, Bayport Heating & Cooling for keeping my ass employed & able to buy guitar gear, Vans shoes, Arizona Tea, H.K. graff crew, Travis Bennington my guitar technician, Matt Hawryliw for keeping me buff, Best Fitness Gym, Muscle Tech lifting products, the people who piss me off and make me write angry music, Netflix for providing me with instant movies and TV shows which turned me into ...

Oh infinite being, i'm on my knees come take this life away, come set me free i feel the evil flowing through my veins but this man with a forked tongue told me i could be saved just read this book 3 times a day and the good lord will come and take me away countless wars and genocide will there ever be an end or will he stand idly by free will is not an excuse ancient literature with old dialect has them confused a permanent surveillance cast over you the need for divine supervision disgusts me thall shall not think for themselves they have lost their sanity don't fall in line for fear of being ostracized speak out against their facades don't hide in your hindsight don't look to the sky for a god

The great demoralization thats sweeping across our nation no one values human life anymore not even their own the rapists, murderers, and the junkies they destroy with no mercy mind, body, and soul, devouring innocence with no control cops on patrol, but half of them are corrupt thousands of people in the streets always ready to erupt the party life glorified by television and movie screens turning our youth into whores and junkies the human condition, the selfish genes the character flaws, religion poisoning everything all a severe detriment to society the human race as we know it slowly falls apart at the seams if this ignorance doesnt change, we will see our end if this civilization cannot grow, we are all better off dead

My gold heart has clouded my judge of character too much trust, now too much hate i'd rather be alone, than deal with this day by day friendships destroyed and enemies made no one every stays the fucking same a recluse no longer in sight because i have my own demons to fight cheated by mouths full of lies double crossed by ones who said theyd never leave my side betrayed and left behind by the ones i loved far to many times i have given up i life of agony is all i lead as these days turn cold, i learn to accept defeat fairweather friends, you'll never see me again might as well consider me dead.

Stranded, left all alone left with nothing but porcelain hope and it always seems to break on me traded all my dreams for apathy i can't quit the thoughts of losing it all who will be there to break my fall and for the last time i've taken a look at myself and all i saw was me half hearted and broken, i've lost my soul poured my heart into everything, ran out of control losing my mind, my vision is blurred can't see my future anymore.

we are a shaken broken species driving ourselves to the end of extinction and i feel like im the only one whos grateful for a tomorrow with a little less suffering they're all breathing but their not really alive just robots stuck in a constant cycle, until they fucking die they will continue to fall in line, and pass me by with half shut eyes they are blind to the atrocities that are creeping up to their doors every month we lose thousands of lives in a foreign land where oil bleeds from their eyes our economy is in shambles and crumbling to the ground yet no one opens their mouth to let out and opposition sound a great depression in our country and in our minds and soon will rise the rates of suicide there is no escape from this living hell; the reapers hand is reaching in cant find the solace in ourselves at the brink of Armageddon the mouth of hell is swallowing us whole embrace it.

From the moment of conception we're already dying how can you call this living when we see our own end coming every fucking day forced to watch  ourselves wither away this isnt cynicism, this is reality. plagued with the disease that you call life. born into a world of constant strife. every breath  i take is one close to death. i'm drowning in a sea of worthlessness. Cause if it looks like hell and it feels like hell then this must be fucking hell i cant keep on lying to myself i cant take another shit eating grin on the faces of these hypocrites that will always contradict with every syllable that they spit. they will tell how to live my life,  but they cant even take their own advice but all i can think about is all the things ive left behind i cant shake the feeling that im dying inside. so if i die before wake, i pray that my soul gets raped so even in death i can feel the pain, that i felt waking up everyday