Danny Death

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Danny Death

Tomorrow
And tomorrow
And tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day
To day
To the last syllable of recorded time
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death
Out, out, brief candle
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more
It is a tale told by an idiot
Full of sound and fury
Signifying
Nothing

Life is a face with gouged out eyes
You think you know chicanery but then surprise
I’ve been sleeping on this couch since two thousand nine
And I want to wake up but I’d rather die

My chrysalis is prison
One resigns themself to the comfort of their displeasure
To what do I owe the pressure?
Self inflicted inner conflict
Show you just how much stain there is to measure
Breaking old habits
Bringing back Lazarus
Bogus operandi
Can’t, can he?
Doesn’t matter
Does it matter?
Never mattered
Nevermind
This is silent extinction
Not that atomic bullshit

You got no clue how much I love you
I can’t fucking wait to be done with you

Life is a face with gouged out eyes
You think you know chicanery but then surprise
I’ve been sleeping on this couch since two-o-one-nine
And I want to wake up but I’d rather die
Life is a face with gouged out eyes
You think you know chicanery but then surprise
I’ve been sleeping on this couch since two-o-one-nine
And I want to wake up but I’d rather die

Hocus pocus drags my focus out like alcohol withdrawal
Driven so far off the map
It’s better here, no questions asked
My lonesome venom poisons your gardens
But spirits hardened
Full disclosure, no exposure
Not until this film is over

You got no clue how much I love you
I can’t fucking wait to be done with you

Life is a face with gouged out eyes
You think you know chicanery but then surprise
I’ve been sleeping on this couch since two-o-one-nine
And I want to wake up but I’d rather die
Life is a face with gouged out eyes
You think you know chicanery but then surprise
I’ve been sleeping on this couch since two-o-one-nine
And I want to wake up but I’d rather die

Fuck it
Empty sockets
I’m like *spitting sound*
Yeah, right
My chamber’s as sure to spin as the Earth
God of Russian Roulette
I haven’t made a difference
I haven’t made a dent
You want better, right?
This is best you’re gonna get

Life is a face with gouged out eyes
You think you know chicanery but then surprise
I’ve been sleeping on this couch all fucking life
Now I think it’s time I fucking try

God of Russian Roulette


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Tomorrow
And tomorrow
And tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day
To day
To the last syllable of recorded time
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death
Out, out, brief candle
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more
It is a tale told by an idiot
Full of sound and fury
Signifying
Nothing

Life is a face with gouged out eyes
You think you know chicanery but then surprise
I’ve been sleeping on this couch since two thousand nine
And I want to wake up but I’d rather die

My chrysalis is prison
One resigns themself to the comfort of their displeasure
To what do I owe the pressure?
Self inflicted inner conflict
Show you just how much stain there is to measure
Breaking old habits
Bringing back Lazarus
Bogus operandi
Can’t, can he?
Doesn’t matter
Does it matter?
Never mattered
Nevermind
This is silent extinction
Not that atomic bullshit

You got no clue how much I love you
I can’t fucking wait to be done with you

Life is a face with gouged out eyes
You think you know chicanery but then surprise
I’ve been sleeping on this couch since two-o-one-nine
And I want to wake up but I’d rather die
Life is a face with gouged out eyes
You think you know chicanery but then surprise
I’ve been sleeping on this couch since two-o-one-nine
And I want to wake up but I’d rather die

Hocus pocus drags my focus out like alcohol withdrawal
Driven so far off the map
It’s better here, no questions asked
My lonesome venom poisons your gardens
But spirits hardened
Full disclosure, no exposure
Not until this film is over

You got no clue how much I love you
I can’t fucking wait to be done with you

Life is a face with gouged out eyes
You think you know chicanery but then surprise
I’ve been sleeping on this couch since two-o-one-nine
And I want to wake up but I’d rather die
Life is a face with gouged out eyes
You think you know chicanery but then surprise
I’ve been sleeping on this couch since two-o-one-nine
And I want to wake up but I’d rather die

Fuck it
Empty sockets
I’m like *spitting sound*
Yeah, right
My chamber’s as sure to spin as the Earth
God of Russian Roulette
I haven’t made a difference
I haven’t made a dent
You want better, right?
This is best you’re gonna get

Life is a face with gouged out eyes
You think you know chicanery but then surprise
I’ve been sleeping on this couch all fucking life
Now I think it’s time I fucking try

God of Russian Roulette

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Tomorrow
And tomorrow
And tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day
To day
To the last syllable of recorded time
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death
Out, out, brief candle
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more
It is a tale told by an idiot
Full of sound and fury
Signifying
Nothing

Life is a face with gouged out eyes
You think you know chicanery but then surprise
I’ve been sleeping on this couch since two thousand nine
And I want to wake up but I’d rather die

My chrysalis is prison
One resigns themself to the comfort of their displeasure
To what do I owe the pressure?
Self inflicted inner conflict
Show you just how much stain there is to measure
Breaking old habits
Bringing back Lazarus
Bogus operandi
Can’t, can he?
Doesn’t matter
Does it matter?
Never mattered
Nevermind
This is silent extinction
Not that atomic bullshit

You got no clue how much I love you
I can’t fucking wait to be done with you

Life is a face with gouged out eyes
You think you know chicanery but then surprise
I’ve been sleeping on this couch since two-o-one-nine
And I want to wake up but I’d rather die
Life is a face with gouged out eyes
You think you know chicanery but then surprise
I’ve been sleeping on this couch since two-o-one-nine
And I want to wake up but I’d rather die

Hocus pocus drags my focus out like alcohol withdrawal
Driven so far off the map
It’s better here, no questions asked
My lonesome venom poisons your gardens
But spirits hardened
Full disclosure, no exposure
Not until this film is over

You got no clue how much I love you
I can’t fucking wait to be done with you

Life is a face with gouged out eyes
You think you know chicanery but then surprise
I’ve been sleeping on this couch since two-o-one-nine
And I want to wake up but I’d rather die
Life is a face with gouged out eyes
You think you know chicanery but then surprise
I’ve been sleeping on this couch since two-o-one-nine
And I want to wake up but I’d rather die

Fuck it
Empty sockets
I’m like *spitting sound*
Yeah, right
My chamber’s as sure to spin as the Earth
God of Russian Roulette
I haven’t made a difference
I haven’t made a dent
You want better, right?
This is best you’re gonna get

Life is a face with gouged out eyes
You think you know chicanery but then surprise
I’ve been sleeping on this couch all fucking life
Now I think it’s time I fucking try

God of Russian Roulette


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I love music, I listen so all kinds, albeit I certainly lean more towards the grungier stuff. I've been writing lyrics since high school, but not all of them can make it into everything I write, so I may as well help some people who need them.

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