Happiness in sin
One nation stands the tallest radiating blinding light,
Plastic and fluorescent energy robbing us of sight.
Set in our way, content with our decay,
We wave the flag of freedom as we conquer and invade.
Oi, leave a comment if you know who that is.
It was somewhat like... "back up against the wall with your hands behind your head," now, raise your hands to your head, or come out with your hands on the trigger of your gun? I chose the gun, but there was no police, no guns, or no orders to take. The feeling was present, and the stench of rotten, half-baked problems was heavy, but the gun will always hold strong in my hands. I left the scene of my own metaphorical crime with nothing but a happy state of mind, and I hope it made an impact. Remember the time when I quit, fell to the ground, and sumbmitted myself to my problems with red hands and a wet face? Me neither, and I hope I will never have to.
Watch and listen, I've got some questions, sonny. The happiness, does that come with revenge? The sweet taste, the sweet smell, the sweet sensation of revenge seems to be happiness. Revenge and true happiness, but revenge cannot be a bad thing if it entails one to eternal happiness, because I'm sure the two combined have certainly done so. Greed, hate and jealousy are what we've all been tought by our all-American, all-seeing gods of this country. This creates happiness in misery, does that count as well? I wonder, does instant gratification in the falling and destruction of another person count as satisfaction? The answer to that, coming up next on Dateline. Fuck television, is that show still on?
Plastic and fluorescent energy robbing us of sight.
Set in our way, content with our decay,
We wave the flag of freedom as we conquer and invade.
Oi, leave a comment if you know who that is.
It was somewhat like... "back up against the wall with your hands behind your head," now, raise your hands to your head, or come out with your hands on the trigger of your gun? I chose the gun, but there was no police, no guns, or no orders to take. The feeling was present, and the stench of rotten, half-baked problems was heavy, but the gun will always hold strong in my hands. I left the scene of my own metaphorical crime with nothing but a happy state of mind, and I hope it made an impact. Remember the time when I quit, fell to the ground, and sumbmitted myself to my problems with red hands and a wet face? Me neither, and I hope I will never have to.
Watch and listen, I've got some questions, sonny. The happiness, does that come with revenge? The sweet taste, the sweet smell, the sweet sensation of revenge seems to be happiness. Revenge and true happiness, but revenge cannot be a bad thing if it entails one to eternal happiness, because I'm sure the two combined have certainly done so. Greed, hate and jealousy are what we've all been tought by our all-American, all-seeing gods of this country. This creates happiness in misery, does that count as well? I wonder, does instant gratification in the falling and destruction of another person count as satisfaction? The answer to that, coming up next on Dateline. Fuck television, is that show still on?