November 2009
Just sit back and relax Put your fucking shades on Put that gun to your head You're a fucking disgrace Can your god save you now? You coward Drowning yourself In your tears No one has Pity for you Sec
The yesterday we loved speaks of tomorrow. The burden of man is that time never takes a pause. We live from Monday to Sunday but forget what it means. Then a ghost comes to visit and we tell stories f
Take this life.. I'm right here! It's not so much the pain, it's more the actual knife. I pretend that the picture is perfect, when I cut myself to sleep. I scream to hide that I'm lonely, the echo ca
I fuck your daughters, hack them up, kill them one by one. The taste of pure slut is all that keeps me here. Lock up your doors. Lock up the sluts. Lock up their cunts. Do you love what I have done? R
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