i think it burns my sense of truth

[creditor]

knox brindle

to hear me shouting at my youth / i need a way to sort it out / after i die, i’ll re-awake / redefine what was at stake / from the hindsight of a god / i’ll see the people that i used / see the substance i abused / the ugly places that i lived / did i make money, was i proud? / did i play my songs too loud? / did i leave my life to chance / or did i make you fucking dance?

bury me till I confess

[steadfasts]

Clarke Griffin

I can move mountains / I can work a miracle, work a miracle / Oh, oh, keep you like an oath / May nothing but death do us part