>Insert vomit vocals here
Go ahead. Say anything. Fill the air with meaningless words just to pass time. Waste away and tell everyone about your apathy. Dream about something you know you'll never really have. Make my day.
I can see through it. I can play it off with a smile and a shrug. I can abuse you with mental depictions of torture inflicted on a worthless mind. Make my fucking day. I'll make you wish it was over.
Don't you want to feel? No, really feel? Without someone placing emotion in that tight skull? Without commercials and small tokens of plastic wisdom? Without gleaming and pearly white shadows hovering over you? Telling you what happiness, and anger are? Don't you want to know what it's like to fuck someone up because you hate them for no apparent reason? Not for the color of their skin. Not for the clothes, or the words, or the walk that encompasses them, but because you just want to snap for one final time. No one does that. Everyone lays back, begging for it to be handed to them on a silver platter. We're to lazy to be original, and spontaneous on our own accord. FUCK! Everything is so fabricated.
Well at least I'm not rich.
This is my version of taking up space. Like it? Yeah, it's a worthless rant spouting from an angst filled, tree hugging, lazy ass amerikan. Want to know how it feels? Afterwards, I'm not endowed in any special way. But it took up time god damn it.