End Trails

http://www.mediafire.com/?48pjpb8j9kxazkv

Doesn't work for me.

not working

http://www. mediafire .com/?135cea5c29t395r Here's a compressed version for those of you who do not want to download the high quality 150+mb file that Kyle provided.

I think Kyle's got fucked up because he didn't throw some random spaces in there.

first one works fine for me

jaybird wrote:first one works fine for me

Into this!

sounds real tight

What Ryan said

PRIVATE MESSAGE THIS WAY IF YOU WANT THE WORDS TO THE SONGS

senators860 wrote:PRIVATE MESSAGE THIS WAY IF YOU WANT THE WORDS TO THE SONGS

just because you said to private message im not gonna.

bump, this shits tight

Stretched Out Truth
I was told at an early age to go to school, get old, work, and get paid.
Have a family you support.
But, by the time you're dead what's even left?
You died a long time ago with the career to gain "personal growth".

So what's there even to mourn?

A rotting body with no soul at all.
But, at least you had the money to cover the cost of the funeral.

There's too much wrong with cash.
Too much, too little, then all gone in a flash.
At least I'll have more respect for it then most.
Cause I've been down a dreary path
With a bank statement put together by simple math

I'm a single digit, check by check, no money saving, fed up human being.


I'm Not Headed Where I Should Be Going
I'm not as careful as I probably should be
I'm not as happy as I want to seem
I'm not certain of where I'm headed anymore
I'm discontent with this way of living
I'm not as sad as I really act
I'm not as fucked up as I wish I was
I'm a walking cliche
I hate everything I've come to be

Red monetary being. Reality of living.

If things are meant to be why am I fighting off everything?

I can't sleep but I wish I could sleep for days.
It's hard to step outside the guidelines that are shoved down your throat for your entire life.


Untitled
In the state I’ve been as of late I’m convinced my life is past a lack of self esteem.
I know one thing for sure I’ll die alone.
A worry for most.
Liberation for myself.

Mentally drained of everything as of late.
Getting sicker every passing moment I take.
I know no matter what I say about anything,
I’ll find any reason to complain.



I'm Sick Of Waking Up Alone
I can't understand why you're content being unhappy with life.
A failure's union, we're meant to deconstruct.
No money saving and no changes are coming.
Content with our discontent.
We're only certain of our death.
Habits for an early exit.
But, still no mask to lighten the problems within.

Refuse. Reuse. Resist. Forget.

Excuses haven't come as easily lately.
I'm stuck with the idea that I'm moving forward slightly.
But am lost in the translation of my own being.
I'm just pathologically lying that things are getting steady.

I can't understand why you're content being unhappy with life.
Refuse. Reuse. Resist. Forget.


Drudgery
Debt repaid by death
You can't repay what we've wasted
A working class trapped within
No raise, no pay, no help, controlling
Check by check, no money saving fed up human beings

At least I'll rest easy in my grave.

There's the lyrics. Here's a link that doesn't look fucking weird when you post it End Trails 7"

wow, dude...you need some like serious mental help

haha

pissed off kyle wrote:wow, dude...you need some like serious mental help

I hate you.

7" release show tomorrow

This reminds me of my bloody valentine/the smiths.

Next show's gonna be the best show.

you fucking guys