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I haven't slept in three days. And I don't mean I catch a few hours of shut eye a night. I mean I have not slept.... in three days... at all.
She fills my lungs with cement when I close my eyes.
I can't stop seeing.
I can't stop seeing...
No love, you're not alone. You're wonderful.
It keeps going going through my mind.
It's a rock and roll suicide.
Bowie should have been the answer to my prayers.
A pistol.
I'll go to the pagan shop and make my remedy. Special ingredients: Time Travel. Savagery.
I feel primitive. Raw with my bones and my dirty fingernails. Crude. Untamed -- like I popped Christ's cherry.
Tribalism is dead.
Individualist Anarchism?
Capitolizing... empires... all shoved together in the same rat hole, sewn together like rag dolls, but still so... alone.
Our own empty vessels.
What hope is there for the swine babies.
She fills my lungs with cement when I close my eyes.
I can't stop seeing.
I can't stop seeing...
No love, you're not alone. You're wonderful.
It keeps going going through my mind.
It's a rock and roll suicide.
Bowie should have been the answer to my prayers.
A pistol.
I'll go to the pagan shop and make my remedy. Special ingredients: Time Travel. Savagery.
I feel primitive. Raw with my bones and my dirty fingernails. Crude. Untamed -- like I popped Christ's cherry.
Tribalism is dead.
Individualist Anarchism?
Capitolizing... empires... all shoved together in the same rat hole, sewn together like rag dolls, but still so... alone.
Our own empty vessels.
What hope is there for the swine babies.