the red herring has risen from it's dark surroundings.

and yet we still try to make up of our own mistakes. there was once a time where i thought we were all innocent, but it was wrong, i suppose. we're all objected for this to happen anyways. we all write songs about it, ofcourse. maybe we're just as gullible as we've always been.


power lines lie

[i suppose that is our nature.]

[i'm starting to not like this.]