The Sound

I've gone next level. Two days ago I got tattooed by my mate Stooks from Perth, who is over in Brisbane at the moment tattooing. This tattoo resprents so much to me, my love for music, my fears of everything but, my love for Sinking Ships and that I want the reasons why I love/fear/whatever all of those things and want there to be a constant reminder for myself.

If you have never heard of Sinking Ships, I reccomend you check them out, everything they have done is amazing I think. Especially "Meridian" inparticular. The following is where the words on this tattoo come from.

SINKING SHIPS "the sound"

They’re fading fast, all of the memories.
Tell me what the fuck is wrong with me.
I can’t remember because it hurts too much to remember.
I shut myself off. I shut it out. I disappeared.
I couldn’t get out of this self-destruction.
Hating myself and anyone that came near me.
I can’t remember. I don’t want to face where I’ve been.
Now I’m facing the cost ‘cause I was dead to everything.
Afraid of the image staring back at me.
By the horror on your face I knew I’d hate what I’d fucking see.
Blinded by the pain, I let the years slip through my hands.
Just bury me in the sound.
Sink or swim, I’ll just fucking drown.
And I can’t remember. I don’t want to face where I’ve been.
Now I’m facing the cost ‘cause I was dead to everything.
I should have known t hat one day I’d have to face myself.
I’d have to wake up from this.
Face the damage I caused and the things that I missed.
Just turn it up. Let the sound bury my fears.
Let it carry us on to places far from here.