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Running With Scissors
I feel like the world is just filled with a shit load of converting vegetarians.
Everyone is too afraid to take a taste of their own brain.
Where have all the warriors and carnivores gone?
I’m not looking for a savior,
Just someone with a backbone.
Has all the dignity and passion flown?
I’m craving a juicy steak in a worm hole,
But I don’t see the need for poultry.
This world has become only converting vegetarians
Filled with fresh fruit, cocaine, and silicon.
I’m waiting for god to come down off his fucking thrown.
I’m waiting for the worms to emerge and scream out at you,
You can’t be a vegetarian with dignity!
It’s like giving a child a pair of scissors and telling them to run!
I want to run.
I crave of long gone times that now only seem like a pathetic sour dream.
I crave for a juicy steak and a gun.
So to you,
All my fellow losers of this generation who has lost its senses of taste and smell,
We shall not dwell.
Merely, over indulge in blood, meat, and carnage,
Because it is for I who takes over the thrown,
And we’ll see who’s converting now.
So to you,
You pig sucking, ritualistic pieces of scum.
Welcome to my world.
I think it’s time to pick up the scissors and run.
I feel like the world is just filled with a shit load of converting vegetarians.
Everyone is too afraid to take a taste of their own brain.
Where have all the warriors and carnivores gone?
I’m not looking for a savior,
Just someone with a backbone.
Has all the dignity and passion flown?
I’m craving a juicy steak in a worm hole,
But I don’t see the need for poultry.
This world has become only converting vegetarians
Filled with fresh fruit, cocaine, and silicon.
I’m waiting for god to come down off his fucking thrown.
I’m waiting for the worms to emerge and scream out at you,
You can’t be a vegetarian with dignity!
It’s like giving a child a pair of scissors and telling them to run!
I want to run.
I crave of long gone times that now only seem like a pathetic sour dream.
I crave for a juicy steak and a gun.
So to you,
All my fellow losers of this generation who has lost its senses of taste and smell,
We shall not dwell.
Merely, over indulge in blood, meat, and carnage,
Because it is for I who takes over the thrown,
And we’ll see who’s converting now.
So to you,
You pig sucking, ritualistic pieces of scum.
Welcome to my world.
I think it’s time to pick up the scissors and run.