Killed by idea
Hey! Guess motherfucking what, America? I hate my fucking life and want it to explode! Not really not really, tee hee, worry not and whatnot, but I've started many sentence with "you people..." tonight, as though it's me against some made-up fucking masses, when really - when really really - when really I AM THE MASS. I MUST BE THE SAME CANCER, THE SAME SYMPTOM. No? How can it not be so? How can I find relevance and distance at the same fucking time, unless I am just as confused as the rest of the plebes, stumbling our dicks into holes and smiling like cheeky fucking cheery children these symbols repeating repeating repeat. Wearing on me, and on my sleeves, dribbling onto the floor, leaving such an obvious trail.
i must be the same as the entire fucking world because we all feel this way
"but everyone is lonely so i know at least i'm not alone"
my GOD fuck your collective mothers.
to wit:
it's not the act. it's the intention. it's the blind intention. it's the irrelevant intention, the lack of listening THE FUCKING HUMAN FUCKING SWITCH
SO DIFFERENT WE ARE, ALL OF US TUNED TO THE SAME STATION AND BARKING THE SAME LIVES
go ahead and pretend that your traits make you you
go ahead
go ahead
rocking myself to sleep here, feeling nothing
(i know it's just the same but how can it be the same, goes the song, forever goes the song)
i must be the same as the entire fucking world because we all feel this way
"but everyone is lonely so i know at least i'm not alone"
my GOD fuck your collective mothers.
to wit:
it's not the act. it's the intention. it's the blind intention. it's the irrelevant intention, the lack of listening THE FUCKING HUMAN FUCKING SWITCH
SO DIFFERENT WE ARE, ALL OF US TUNED TO THE SAME STATION AND BARKING THE SAME LIVES
go ahead and pretend that your traits make you you
go ahead
go ahead
rocking myself to sleep here, feeling nothing
(i know it's just the same but how can it be the same, goes the song, forever goes the song)