You ever get the feeling that everything. In America is completely fucked up?. . The choice you make will be your own. A pattern forms, too scarred to feel.
Tonight I'm covering the city. in posters that yells "Fuck You". Fuck your Politics,Opinions and Agenda. You try to fix my life. You don't have a fucking clue.
Nothing to Say. . Die... We Die... Just Die.... Now are That We're Suffer. Die... We Die... Just Die.... Now are That We're Suffer. . We Die... We Die... Just Die....
Your body might be borrowed.. But your spirit can not be saved.. . It's the end of the line.. End of the line.. . Standing clear of the world we had thought to know..
"First saved message, Sent Tuesday, May 20th, at 1: 41 AM:. Hey what's up man, um, I'm on my way to jail man. I'm going to Rice Street. Um. For uh, concealed weapons, catie's in the hospital, she um, ate um, half a vial of sleeping pills and tried to kill herself, and um, that's, that's it man, if you can a-get, get me bail, call, call my mom or somethin', I don't know, I don't know what else to say, later.".
This is the army. This is penetration. This is the force. Of a new form of silence.
Self medicating, craving punishment. Blaming myself for a world on fire. No more shame, no more pity. No more. They raise from the ashes!. . I will suffer.
All bonds that God ties. Man is master to tear apart. All crop on God's made land. Man is master to sow and reap. All deaths worms die. Man is master to engineer.
Send them flowers. masticate us meat contenders. Undevelop. contemplate a life as fur for. superpowers. abjuration in December. Were you tempted. by a life of contemplation.
wash away the filth. the lights are gone and the world is nuclean. come with me take my hand. we all must be purged to reach the promised land. . believe my lies.
falling. like autum leaves. like tears. over dresden. fire storm. in my heart. no fears. now the western. culture. sees its end. what use. to fantasize.
My eyes are black. Tried hard to make 'em dead. You were built that way. You got a graceful lips. And now you kissing my ribs. It has to be this way. Is it love?.
The curse of freedom bears the plague of splintered truth. One God becomes a million and then they all become fraud. Kneel down to be righteous, kneel down for the Lord.
obey. look my way. the spastic freedom. that we all crave. . a voice speaks. . of blind date. with another state. of mind and the world. now he looks my way.
A palace of crystal on a postament of slime. Rule of refinement, rats in the cellar. Restless and climbing as slime and mud come. Flooding. Grace greased by ingratitude and greed.
Just one more shot girl, she said. Fuck yeah, I'm down. Insanity rules the world. I'll fucking die in this town. . I'm here to fuck shit up and I'm ready to go.
frivolous leaking. of nuclear power plants. explodes the market. of mongoloid chants. . who's next for charity. keep in line. crumbs are tasty. when intensions are fine.
Ashes - my trusty bed. Unhurt me now if you can. filling the skies - splendour. Provider so sue-serene. now maudlin now bellicose. no souvenirs - minion.
I need to taste you, your second skin. Every breath you take belongs to me. Sell me your soul for a life in sin. Discipline, the state of mind you're in.
Nature. Splatter. Kinship. Mating. . I am the speaker. I am nothing but the speaker. I follow my kin. Logic kills by purity. This is the truth. As reduced to pecking order.