Where emo was never a phase, rock is forever alive, our attitudes are punk as fuck, the holes in our clothes are grunge, and the dead things are our gothly souls, duhh. Just how we like it.
Hot off the cauldron!
(Comprehensive text out of song titles from my playlist)
In this home we Hold On Till May with The Memory of Summertime. We Carry On like a Gorgeous Nightmare to our Deathbeds. Happy now? We’ll Kill All Your Friends, especially the Homecoming King on Westwood Road. They’re Dying In A Hot Tub while I Livestream My Suicide. Soak Me In Bleach and don’t Drag The Lake to find me. Somebody Murder Me. True Friends with a Bullet Proof Heart will Burn It Down with Famous Last Words. My Monsters and IDGAF.