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wearisome souls spending too much time wandering to the tune of their own misery, left with no choice but to slice their own fucking throats letting the children bathe in the rivers of blood under a cold winter moon.
Immortal likes cold winter moons.
we are not fucking weakness
we are not fucking self-loathing
we are not fucking trail mix
we are for all intents and purposes the most highly capable destructive force that has reared its fucking head since goddamn Nuremburg.
DO NOT MISCACULATE RE-ENTRY THE BITCH WILL WHINE IN PAIN WHEN YOU MISS THE HOLE.
so many fucking people scampering about in my winter wonderland, holidaze spent wallllllloooowwwwwing.
So much fucking liquor and we dont even know what to do. Or do we?
ITS LIKE A DEATH.
The music it makes surrounds us, pushes us further, a 4 blade razor that shaves your beard not your face. LISTEN. THEY'RE COMING.
WE'RE RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER.
the things I am are things that were never meant to be until you came along.
threw it back in my face and i loved it, give me reason to complain, give me reason to wake up every fucking morning and lift weights, and drink beer, and destroy myself and HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE.
what else keeps us going you fucking twatters.
you fucking cunts.
ITS THE FUCKING HATE.
it always has been, deep in our conscious mind.
you live to love. you fail.
you live to hate, and everyday is a dream come true.
so many mindless bodies wandering around without a purpose.
find yourself in fists and bottles and guns and pills and terrorism and murder and keep on bringing the fucking hate.
LET ME THRIVE.
i'll keep creating as long as theirs someone who's listening.
it's too fucking easy.
you pittance, you cerebral pudding squished betweens a three year old's fingers.
DON'T DIE ON ME.
I'll go away.
I fucking swear.
Then it's all downhill.
You may have thought it couldnt get any worse.
There was no possible way that your life could get any worse at one point in time, at any point in time, now or in the future.
But it can.
Imagine a world without me and you'll see a reason to cry.
You'll see a reason to keep bitching.
You'll see why I am who I am today.
THE RAIN WILL COME
THE RAIN WILL ALWAYS BE.
pouring pouring pouring pouring
crying you a river
giving you a shoulder
let it all out
WE'RE ALL LAUGHING AT YOU.
I'll always be laughing.
At you, at myself, high up on my mountain.
MY PEOPLE CALL TO ME.
You just keep fighting kid.
I'll be at your bedside when the going gets rough.
I'll be the fire in your heart to keep you striving.
YOU FUCKING LIED.
Now you're dead.
He finally kicked it, after all this time ringing in my head of virtue.
Dead as the music in my ears.
Dead like all of you who think you fucking know.
And this experiment, this text placed onto a page on a machine that will allow it to be seen by all.
This is my message to all of you,
GO HOME.
before it all comes crashing down around us
before the music grows too loud that the cries of the little ones and the mothers and the house pets and the snack crackers
they can't be heard
you won't be heard
before it's too late
GO HOME
I'll be waiting.
Immortal likes cold winter moons.
we are not fucking weakness
we are not fucking self-loathing
we are not fucking trail mix
we are for all intents and purposes the most highly capable destructive force that has reared its fucking head since goddamn Nuremburg.
DO NOT MISCACULATE RE-ENTRY THE BITCH WILL WHINE IN PAIN WHEN YOU MISS THE HOLE.
so many fucking people scampering about in my winter wonderland, holidaze spent wallllllloooowwwwwing.
So much fucking liquor and we dont even know what to do. Or do we?
ITS LIKE A DEATH.
The music it makes surrounds us, pushes us further, a 4 blade razor that shaves your beard not your face. LISTEN. THEY'RE COMING.
WE'RE RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER.
the things I am are things that were never meant to be until you came along.
threw it back in my face and i loved it, give me reason to complain, give me reason to wake up every fucking morning and lift weights, and drink beer, and destroy myself and HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE.
what else keeps us going you fucking twatters.
you fucking cunts.
ITS THE FUCKING HATE.
it always has been, deep in our conscious mind.
you live to love. you fail.
you live to hate, and everyday is a dream come true.
so many mindless bodies wandering around without a purpose.
find yourself in fists and bottles and guns and pills and terrorism and murder and keep on bringing the fucking hate.
LET ME THRIVE.
i'll keep creating as long as theirs someone who's listening.
it's too fucking easy.
you pittance, you cerebral pudding squished betweens a three year old's fingers.
DON'T DIE ON ME.
I'll go away.
I fucking swear.
Then it's all downhill.
You may have thought it couldnt get any worse.
There was no possible way that your life could get any worse at one point in time, at any point in time, now or in the future.
But it can.
Imagine a world without me and you'll see a reason to cry.
You'll see a reason to keep bitching.
You'll see why I am who I am today.
THE RAIN WILL COME
THE RAIN WILL ALWAYS BE.
pouring pouring pouring pouring
crying you a river
giving you a shoulder
let it all out
WE'RE ALL LAUGHING AT YOU.
I'll always be laughing.
At you, at myself, high up on my mountain.
MY PEOPLE CALL TO ME.
You just keep fighting kid.
I'll be at your bedside when the going gets rough.
I'll be the fire in your heart to keep you striving.
YOU FUCKING LIED.
Now you're dead.
He finally kicked it, after all this time ringing in my head of virtue.
Dead as the music in my ears.
Dead like all of you who think you fucking know.
And this experiment, this text placed onto a page on a machine that will allow it to be seen by all.
This is my message to all of you,
GO HOME.
before it all comes crashing down around us
before the music grows too loud that the cries of the little ones and the mothers and the house pets and the snack crackers
they can't be heard
you won't be heard
before it's too late
GO HOME
I'll be waiting.