House of many messes.

I live here.
It's much messier now than in the pictures.
Lucky me.
I call it the house of many messes.
I am looking for new housing in Portland.

-Twelve Tribes 

Backburner. 

Your routine is the latest trend 
And you're wearing your enslavement 
Like a prescription fashion statement 
Hallelujah! 
Your progress has been projected 
To crash into this glass ceiling and burn 

When this process fits you it will possess you 
To reinvent the individualist 

'Cause we are the living dead 
Dreams fall apart into pieces 
Before you know it, you've lost them 
The dream has long been forgotten 
The dream is dead 
You've reached a new low 

When this process fits you it will possess you 
To reinvent the individualist 

'Cause we are the living dead 
Who fear not of man or God 
Raise yourself up from the dead 
So far you've been useless 

Dreams fall apart 
Reinvent

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Loved listening to this song as of late. 


TO REINVENT THE INDIVIDUALIST! 

Bleed.