| Who Needs Compromise When You're An Elitist? the rich elite. push millions into devestation. we're still on this potentially destructive path. and with the flagorant INCLINE OF GREEDY, BLOOD HUNGRY PATRIARCHS, you'd think the learning curve might've worked. by now. but we'll be okay. we'll just say six hundred and sixty six hail mary's. Yep, a song about animal cruelty I guess I can understand why you feel threatened by a lifestyle that questions what you've been fed. Open your mind. Consume, be content with what you don't know. Consume, and live with the suffering that you demand for your enoyment. And know that every dollar you spend is murder, every dollar equals death. Why cause suffering? Have some fucking compassion. August 33rd how you forgot about me and how i remembered you. relentless as it may seem. sound and nothing. it's not a matter of shallow romance. it's not even a matter of sweet bitterness. IT'S THE IDEA THAT YOU'LL BE OKAY WITHOUT ME. that to you my own voice will not be reminiscent of me and there won't be the faintest goodbye. Wreckage where will i hang tomorrow. in the room you've never, never seen. i'll leave the lights on. in case that i may. need to steal it. steal it back again. just in case. it's the best story i'll ever tell. The Undead March the undead march. and you'll get yours. what comes around. will fucking kill. lies. no fucking shame. three days and i'll rise again. i'll cut your fate short with a razor blade (to the wrists). over and over again. tempting your faith. gave and gave again. all for a seat in this dirt. TERRORIZE YOUR FAITH. and i can live with it. Take No Oath raped by your own mistakes. roll into your fucking grave. scream with such regret. bleed at the idea you've been sold. TAKE NO OATH. far and few between. held back by no means. justification has no place here. at the hands of this threat. run. run away. from this mistake. run. run. until you collapse. Now That My Hands Are Untied bound and unattached to this frail idea. that you'll see, you are this way. forgive. broke and burnt. all for naught. god. now that my hands are untied. finally i can be satisfied. ALL MY MORALS INNOCENT. and i want to see you repent. for dreams that you've crushed. Everything Must Go Separate, this I did. Split the sky scarlet red. Unattached, fill this void. A chance to live my life. Can, we realize a society with out defintion, with out gender roles. With out seeing the truth no one is immune from the norm. From the norm everything must go! What compels us to conform to the roles of the majority? We will resist the attempts and form our own ideologies. Unlock the gates from within. Separate. Kill The Kids made up in our own minds. this is a piece of us, brought forth by your own convictions.believing that you've actually changed inside. INSIDE. influenced by desire. to be the products of maintenenced lifestyle. go ahead and procreate. but it will make no difference. just try in vain. this will not change. KILL THE KIDS. |
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