Saylor Lake

You're all the f**king same worthless and waiting for a saviour that was there all along you're all the same poison with perfect lives and cruel intentions a trail of blood... you've f**king built the skin give the paper something to talk about give the readers something to talk about Saylor lake's got a mean howl careful at night better watch out! decorate her funeral with open wounds when the sorrow pours like water down a cold and restless body slowly flows a fiver in the river we will gaze up the stairs down the hall into the bedroom she crawled to place a panicked phone call but she was struck in the head with a blunt object ---I never thought that I would grow tired well I did there once was a time where I lost my mind and I thought that I wanted this but now I'm terribly mistaken for a fake one day these cameras will steal my entire soul when everything is gone it's quiet and we want nothing more---