This doesn't really make sense.
[Joel Faviere] Are we past the point of no return?
Watch us burn
Monsters in my head
You want out?
California 2019. I've given up. The Killjoys are gone. Save yourselves...I can't hold them back any more
You take to the stage.
I dunno; it felt right (my pitiful attempt at lyrics or some shit -_-)
sometimes I feel like just putting all my titles as 'untitled'.
You disappeared, faded.
What is music?
These walls, these endless walls.