'Cause I'm goin' down the steps on a white line,
Goin' down the steps on a white line,
Goin' down the steps on a white line straight to nowhere...








Loneliness is not a phase.
Field of pain is where I graze.
Serenity is far away.

Saw my reflection and cried, hey.
So little hope that I died, oh.
Feed me your lies, open wide, hey.
Weight of my heart, not the size, oh.
















Are you threatening me? My Bunghole will ask the questions! Why do I not use tp for my peepee?
I need TP for my bunghole!

I am Cornholio! I have polio in my bunghole!














"When everyone goes home, you're stuck with yourself."
"I guess I can go anywhere I want. If only I knew where to go."
"Whatever dramas are going on in my life, I always find that place inside my head where I see myself as the cleanest, tallest, strongest, wisest person that I can be." Layne Thomas Staley




-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lay down, black gives way to blue
Lay down, I'll remember you

Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
You don't understand who they
Thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man
Who won't let himself be
Layne Thomas Staley 1967-2002

So I blow out the candle, and
I put you to bed
Since you can't say to me
Now how the dogs broke your bone
There's just one thing left to be said
Say hello to heaven
Andrew Wood 1966-1990

In my shoes, a walking sleep
And my youth I pray to keep
Heaven sent Hell away
No one sings like you anymore
Hang my head, drown my fear
Till you all just disappear
Black Hole Sun...
Chris Cornell 1964-2017

But I know we can't all stay here forever
So I'm gonna write my words on the face of today....
....and then they'll paint it
Shannon Hoon 1967-1995

Scott Weiland, the melody man. If you can't sing it, nobody can
Scott Weiland 1967-2015

Drag me far enough to know
I'm blind every mile that you burn
There's a rider that's fallen and
It's clear there's no time to return
Mark Lanegan 1964-2022

Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again
Chester Bennington 1976-2017