About a girl.
The things I do on a daily basis. Hrmm. Questionable really.
To you? But what is that?
I never wanted to fool you.
These things you know of me.
I am not satisfied with daily life.
Nor am I loyal, honest or understanding.
Has it changed?
If not, what are you going to do about it?
I shall do NOTHING!
You could say this life isn't worth living...this demonic downward spiral, but if there wasn't the people out there who wouldn't run thought the rain, then...who would we be, you and I?
If I said "Without the losers, there wouldn't be any winners," would that sound strange to you?
Or would you understand?
It's just the battle of the small agains't the large. It's the battle of minority against majority, and vise versa.
The impeding struggle will only progress and grow, and who ever follows shall fail.
They want you to believe that if you don't conform, you will be casted out and fail.
So cast me out. My river of thoughts will not run dry, and the rest will...
because they are all like you, and you'll just feed off of each other. Without added ingredients, you will sta the same. You will fail. YOU will be extinct.
The idea of romance has been left to Paramount, and no longer has the venerability of passion been left to young lovers.
You'll just do what you've been told.
Even you, my closest friends.
It's scary and lonely when you aren't ignorant.
It's the sweetest moment when you've just opened your eyes...
then you experience the danger...
and you long for sleep.
I'll love you...I've loved you long and strong.
But I don't know that I will...
because everything I do is just a longing for self.
A distorted version of self-gratification.
Can you handle that?
When I'm downtown, and I walk past Lava and Xcess, it's a moment of pure self-gratification.
So asinine, so primitive, yet...such a sequential part of a balanced hell.
Every intestinal track needs it's parasites.
In essence.
Looking into the ignorance of society is almost...orgasmic.
Does that sound strange?
It's ok...
I have that.
As I smile, I know I'll never be alone.
It can't be that way.
Oh my god, when I hear this voice it breaks my heart.
You're what I need to hold on.
I don't want to let go.
To you? But what is that?
I never wanted to fool you.
These things you know of me.
I am not satisfied with daily life.
Nor am I loyal, honest or understanding.
Has it changed?
If not, what are you going to do about it?
I shall do NOTHING!
You could say this life isn't worth living...this demonic downward spiral, but if there wasn't the people out there who wouldn't run thought the rain, then...who would we be, you and I?
If I said "Without the losers, there wouldn't be any winners," would that sound strange to you?
Or would you understand?
It's just the battle of the small agains't the large. It's the battle of minority against majority, and vise versa.
The impeding struggle will only progress and grow, and who ever follows shall fail.
They want you to believe that if you don't conform, you will be casted out and fail.
So cast me out. My river of thoughts will not run dry, and the rest will...
because they are all like you, and you'll just feed off of each other. Without added ingredients, you will sta the same. You will fail. YOU will be extinct.
The idea of romance has been left to Paramount, and no longer has the venerability of passion been left to young lovers.
You'll just do what you've been told.
Even you, my closest friends.
It's scary and lonely when you aren't ignorant.
It's the sweetest moment when you've just opened your eyes...
then you experience the danger...
and you long for sleep.
I'll love you...I've loved you long and strong.
But I don't know that I will...
because everything I do is just a longing for self.
A distorted version of self-gratification.
Can you handle that?
When I'm downtown, and I walk past Lava and Xcess, it's a moment of pure self-gratification.
So asinine, so primitive, yet...such a sequential part of a balanced hell.
Every intestinal track needs it's parasites.
In essence.
Looking into the ignorance of society is almost...orgasmic.
Does that sound strange?
It's ok...
I have that.
As I smile, I know I'll never be alone.
It can't be that way.
Oh my god, when I hear this voice it breaks my heart.
You're what I need to hold on.
I don't want to let go.