semi epic!

sitter här och försöker bota min fuckade hals med Scotch, funkar helt OK! det är trots allt natten till julafton och jag har jobbat i 13 timmar idag så why the heck not? ^_^

sitter också här med pre prod unmixed Solitude skivan i handen, sounds siick. i januari börjar mixningen och just nu så är ljudvolymer och grejer rätt varierande, ska bli kul o höra i januari när allt är helt färdigt. lägger upp nått så fort det finns nått klart datum för singelsläpp.

to move on, förstår mig inte på fucktards till gamla vänner som var riktiga cunts och som sedan tror att allt är ok igen. idag har det verkligen vart en sån dag när det gäller en person, kan bara citera Mr Oliver Sykes som skrivit en otroligt genialisk låttext på senaste skivan, Blacklist.

"so just like that you're fucking dead and gone
you can only wear a crown of thorns for so long
we built an empire and you took the throne
but you built it from bayonets and sat there alone
i hope your queen was worth it,
do you still serve her on your knees?
because you sat when the world was at your feet,
just slept while we lived the dream

you won't miss the water,
til' the river runs dry
you won't miss the sunset,
til' it burns out the sky
you won't miss what you have, til' it's finally lost
but you don't miss a bastard,
when you're bearing his fucking cross!

blacklist!
nothing but a blacklist
with friends like you,
there's no need for enemies
with friends like you,
there's no need for anything!

blacklist
you're nothing but a blacklist

well, truth be told
i'm a little bit gutted
i mean you were always a prick,
but we still seemed to love you
we started this together and it should have stuck
but there's no room for a useless, miserable fuck
well I know I was a cunt in the final days
it just filled me with venom, filled me with rage
to see someone not give a shit,
despite of all of this...

i won't see you around, i couldn't give a fuck
i'd rather slit my wrists than keep in touch!
you're on my blacklist and there's nothing left to say
we're finished breaking our bones, dragging dead fucking weight"