Magazine from EPinator by liuah

the night, i was hiding on the floor
your cheap perfume fused with anger asked for more

you can't call it a suicide when you held the door
but if it helps you get away with it, you'll do it anyways

if you look into that mirror will you have the urge to punch yourself
or will you have the urge, to shoot me in the leg

and as i bleed out all my ego, your skin will shriek, but you let me go
or were you really scared, or were you unaware

quiet thoughts
no disquiet dreams
frowning faces watching the magazine

magazine reloads
aims down the sight
shoots a couple bullets
into the unobserving night

magazine is dead
it's used up all its power
taking out all its last anger
on the undeserving coward

rot down to the core
the metal erodes itself
the fake heart it had
sends itself into a drought

• Alternative
• indie
• indie rock
• lo-fi
• rock
• Greenwood