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The name is Hans Harling T.
A poisonous name on everybody's tongue.
A peron hated by so many and loved by few.
An Acid. An Anthem.
A reason to continue and a reason to end.
Both ways goes straight to hell.
I'm in the middle.
Balanced.
A dream so sick you will throw up.
A tender pain that will drive you to the blink of destruction.
A bittersweet abuse.
A dark revelation.
I follow the pulse.
I seek the unknown.
I know what you don't.
I don't know what you know.
I'm not you. I love it.
You're not me. You hate it.
You copy everybody and then hate them.
You're afraid of that one who will see through you.
I do.
You cover your soul with foundation and fake eye lashes.
I can see your tiny pig eyes.
You extend your acceptance with long extensions.
I can see your short emo hair.
You make-up your reality on MySpace.
I can see that your days are empty.
You fuck up your self image with Photoshop.
I can see the blemishes on your face.
You raise everybody's expectations.
One day, you'll realise that you're just a fat ugly bitch with bad acne.
You're human.
Face it.
Diamonds on your Pro won't make you shine.
10.000 friends won't make you loved.
In the end, you'll be a faded lonely star.
Your 10k is worthless.
The world moves on.
You're a chameleon.
You turn into them and start a new dream.
A dream I'm here to crush into pieces.
Face it.
You are a million in a million.
A sand corn in a desert.
You're not original.
You are just like everybody else.
Don't try to whine about your mizerable life.
There is a reason I changed my old Screen name.
I used to be known here. I don't care.
I was just so fucking sick of poseurs.
No taste of fashion.
Cry me a fucking river poseurs.
Go shit some diamonds.
I'm not here to be loved.
I'm not here to be hated.
I know you will remember me.
I don't care.
You might even try to steal my style.
Go ahead and steal it.
Like my personality?
Take that too.
Maybe it will put some spotlight at you.
But you'll be the one who ends up losing.
You fucking pathetic cunt.
I know you're starting to think I'm a fucking asshole.
Go ahead and think that.
I couldn't care less.
I live in my own fucking world.
I don't care about how you think I am.
You will never know my personality through a text.
Only my true friends knows I'm a nice guy.
But that's because they are my true friends.
They don't stab me in the back.
They don't even wear knives.
My pics are old.
I will take new ones when I get my new hair.
It will blow your fucking brain out of your slim ass.
Copyright - Gaz Obscene .
A poisonous name on everybody's tongue.
A peron hated by so many and loved by few.
An Acid. An Anthem.
A reason to continue and a reason to end.
Both ways goes straight to hell.
I'm in the middle.
Balanced.
A dream so sick you will throw up.
A tender pain that will drive you to the blink of destruction.
A bittersweet abuse.
A dark revelation.
I seek the unknown.
I know what you don't.
I don't know what you know.
I'm not you. I love it.
You're not me. You hate it.
You're afraid of that one who will see through you.
I do.
You cover your soul with foundation and fake eye lashes.
I can see your tiny pig eyes.
You extend your acceptance with long extensions.
I can see your short emo hair.
You make-up your reality on MySpace.
I can see that your days are empty.
You fuck up your self image with Photoshop.
I can see the blemishes on your face.
You raise everybody's expectations.
One day, you'll realise that you're just a fat ugly bitch with bad acne.
You're human.
Face it.
Diamonds on your Pro won't make you shine.
10.000 friends won't make you loved.
In the end, you'll be a faded lonely star.
Your 10k is worthless.
The world moves on.
You're a chameleon.
You turn into them and start a new dream.
A dream I'm here to crush into pieces.
Face it.
You are a million in a million.
A sand corn in a desert.
You're not original.
You are just like everybody else.
There is a reason I changed my old Screen name.
I used to be known here. I don't care.
I was just so fucking sick of poseurs.
No taste of fashion.
Cry me a fucking river poseurs.
Go shit some diamonds.
I'm not here to be hated.
I know you will remember me.
I don't care.
You might even try to steal my style.
Go ahead and steal it.
Like my personality?
Take that too.
Maybe it will put some spotlight at you.
But you'll be the one who ends up losing.
You fucking pathetic cunt.
Go ahead and think that.
I couldn't care less.
I live in my own fucking world.
I don't care about how you think I am.
You will never know my personality through a text.
Only my true friends knows I'm a nice guy.
But that's because they are my true friends.
They don't stab me in the back.
They don't even wear knives.
I will take new ones when I get my new hair.
It will blow your fucking brain out of your slim ass.
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