He's a real cool guy and he's a hero of mine. Travis, Rhinehart rolled into one cute son. Less than zero a grotesque nightmare. Subtly disturbing like normal behaviour.
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You don't know what's going on. You've been away for far too long. You can't come back. And think you are still mine. . You're out of touch my baby. My poor old-fashioned baby.
Life is lead weights, pendulum died. Pure or lost, spectator or crucified. Recognized truth, acedias blackest hole. Junkies, winos, whores, the nation's moral suicide.
me-totemo-utsukushi-i-desu-ne. totemo-utsukushi-i-me-wo-shitemasu. . It's easy to see, it's easy to see. To see only white where colour should be. It's easy to feel, it's easy to feel.
One, two, three, four. Five, six, seven, eight. . I am the raping sunglass gaze. Of sweating man and escort agencies. 60's Alienation the anthem of care.
What's your story baby. No control of what I am saying. Winter leaves still make me believe. No vendettas, just a cherry blossom tree. . Never had the chance to take you home.
To all the people who've hurt me. To all the life that has left me. To all the longing that lost me. To all the future that scares me. . To all the words that have drained me.
Embarrassed possessed and so uncivilized. Just take a look at the whites of my eyes. See me now and I will apologies. For me, for you, we knew they were lies.
Vintage aromas and vintage ideals. Old men greying to a dying country's needs. Waiting for a knighthood to while away the hours. Listen and learn now it's time to kill your betters.
I'm feeling sick with alcohol. I'm feeling numb with stupid pain. I smelt death all around our name. I feel the snakes crawling upon my skin. . Everywhere, everywhere is on its knees.
Economic forecasts soothe our. dereliction. Words of euthanasia, apathy of. sick routine. Carried away with useless. advertising dreams. Blinding children, life as.
My little empire. Has risen and it's set. My little empire. Is as good as it can get. My little empire. Is coming around. My little empire. It don't make a sound.
I'm small and I am tired. I'm blurred to bits and wired. I'm nothing in this universe. Nothing but pieces and dust. . Appearing in more repeats. The mirror man has seen defeat.
They call me Mr. Carbohydrate. It's the only thing I can digest. Xenophobia or general disinterest. I must catch up with all this stuff. . They call me a boring fuckhead.
(...revolution, revolution, revolution...). . Never ever wanted to be with you. The only thing you gave me was the boredom I suffocate in. Ooh ooh ooh.
Culture sucks down words. Itemise loathing and feed yourself smiles. Organise your safe tribal war. Hurt maim kill and enslave the ghetto. . Each day living out a lie.
Luddite lover. Forgiving father. Unhappy forever. Live it to where you can. Those skies must drive you wild. This earth around you. This silence around you.
Miss Europa disco dancer. Feel the drug of your persona. Miss Europa disco dancer. I'm in heaven when I see ya. Miss Europa disco dancer. Favourite son and favourite daughter.
I am a self obsessed fool. Self centred and bruised. I am a misguided missile. Consumed with denial. . I am the strum and drang. I am the schaden freude.