be quiet or be killed
41,7,4=$
when i stop counting i forget, when i forget i remember that i have commiments. when i remember that i have commiments i forget why. when i forget why i question my choice of commiments. when i question my choices i question whether they were even my choices to make and if i'm even the one that made them.
i'm gonna go. but i'm not gonna be there. i'm gonna be there but i'll be somewhere else. i'm not gonna be anywhere else but i'm not gonna be there. and if they think they're gonna get things that are that come from here then they dont know where i am or how many eyes i have. tommorrow is not gonna be brutal it's gonna be weird. i'll look satan in his stupid fucking face and tell him that i am better. tell him that if i was real and if he was real and if god was real then we'd all be dead except me cuz i would be wearing my boots and i can step in whatever i want my socks will still be clean. cuz when that cow died it became part of me keeping myself alive and when i stay alive it doesnt really serve a point but when the 40 ounces of fury hit me i'll be back and i can be there again with 10,000% of the hate, love and presence that these microscopic bastards are hiding from me.
when i stop counting i forget, when i forget i remember that i have commiments. when i remember that i have commiments i forget why. when i forget why i question my choice of commiments. when i question my choices i question whether they were even my choices to make and if i'm even the one that made them.
i'm gonna go. but i'm not gonna be there. i'm gonna be there but i'll be somewhere else. i'm not gonna be anywhere else but i'm not gonna be there. and if they think they're gonna get things that are that come from here then they dont know where i am or how many eyes i have. tommorrow is not gonna be brutal it's gonna be weird. i'll look satan in his stupid fucking face and tell him that i am better. tell him that if i was real and if he was real and if god was real then we'd all be dead except me cuz i would be wearing my boots and i can step in whatever i want my socks will still be clean. cuz when that cow died it became part of me keeping myself alive and when i stay alive it doesnt really serve a point but when the 40 ounces of fury hit me i'll be back and i can be there again with 10,000% of the hate, love and presence that these microscopic bastards are hiding from me.