Truth, covered insecurities.
The day in which I will die will be the day that truely defines my life.
Death, it's what we're working our entire lives toward.
Some people put money away for a vacation or retirement. I put sins away for death.
I think I hate myself for being so damn naiive. Ain't no cure for the summertime blues.
Will someone escort my inspirations and dreams and hopes down the ally to be masacarred like a tourist in a remote city filling up on 3.09 unleaded fuel.
My demise is considered unnecessary roughness. Two minutes in the penalty box. Two minutes well worth it.
This entire entry makes no sense. Its like a Nirvana song. From the heart, to the point of being pointless.
I'm out, fucker.
Death, it's what we're working our entire lives toward.
Some people put money away for a vacation or retirement. I put sins away for death.
I think I hate myself for being so damn naiive. Ain't no cure for the summertime blues.
Will someone escort my inspirations and dreams and hopes down the ally to be masacarred like a tourist in a remote city filling up on 3.09 unleaded fuel.
My demise is considered unnecessary roughness. Two minutes in the penalty box. Two minutes well worth it.
This entire entry makes no sense. Its like a Nirvana song. From the heart, to the point of being pointless.
I'm out, fucker.