tiny pictures of skeletons
ANNA, 16, INTP, TRASH.
robot girl, wannabe enthusiastic tagger.

disorder — a tate langdon fanmix (thx to charley for the cover) + 8tracks

01. disorder — joy division

it’s getting faster, moving faster now, it’s getting out of hand,
on the tenth floor, down the back stairs, it’s a no man’s land,
lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now,
i’ve got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow

02. smells like teen spirit — nirvana

load up on guns and bring your friends
it’s fun to lose and to pretend
she’s over-bored and self-assured

03. dead souls — nine inch nails

someone take these dreams away,
that point me to another day,
a duel of personalities,
that stretch all true realities

04. descending angel — misfits

mortal life is weak 
can’t hold back the demons 
the blood pours as rain 
and soon you’ll be alone

05. killers are quiet — slipknot

beautiful anguish cast out by my race 
now one that’s ageless i save my own face 
i write my own laws with death i break bread 
killers are quiet when they come from my head

06. meds — placebo

i was alone, staring over the ledge,
trying my best not to forget,
all manner of joy, all manner of glee,
and our one heroic pledge

07. almost easy — avenged sevenfold

i feel insane every single time
i’m asked to compromise
‘cause i’m afraid and stuck in my ways
and that’s the way it stays
so how long did i expect love to outweigh ignorance?
by that look on your face i may have forced the scale to tip

08. 88 — sum 41

and still i feel like a prisoner
trapped inside this broken world
while i’m playing the victim again
running in circles
to me it’s all the same

09. we’ve had enough — alkaline trio

in the shadows where the heads hang low
you hear voices as the wind blows, asking “can’t you see?”
reminding you to breathe
it’s only time before it catches up to you and all your broken luck
i found a better way to get even with my memory

bonus tracks

burned out in a jar — polar bear club

at midnight my house is ablaze
i feel the heat on my hands and face
in the background of the pictures, my fingers in the fixture
it’s time to stop running and race

london in terror — motionless in white

real beauty on the inside does not apply to you
i am the ripper and it’s killing time in this cutting room
our worst wounds we inflict upon ourselves
i am as hollow as my willingness to let go

tate langdon; american horror story; ahs; murderhouse; fanmix; would be the one i forgot; smells like teen spirit is really typical i know; but i think it fits well; ahs: murderhouse;
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