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Fuck corporate life
written by Genocide Reaper01:31 AM 2/11/05| Eyes open wide. Finally got it back, my life. Time to breathe in. Time to look around. Oh fuck this. First class, wanna be cool, role model motherfucker. Take a look at all the celebrities, worthless insecure idiots wasted on cocaine. I won't lower myself to the morons in the movie and music monopoly. Kids worshipping drug addicts and whores. What a sick feeling I get when I see their faces. And to think. Atheistic beliefs control it all. Nothing and everything. Guess they don't realize they made a deal with their personal demons. Though don't get me wrong, all that gold, greed church shit makes me drown, drown, until I'm at the bottom of the lake, choking on Jesus' crown. Fuck the money. Fuck the drugs... Only one thing worth it all. BLOOD! I'd rather spend my time spreading my ideal's instead of getting plastic surgery and suffocating myself in denial. I'll piss on your corporate contract. I'll spit in the face of high rolling first class wanna be material raking, self gratifying fools looking to make a dollar by putting a collar around my neck. Fuck that, they can go suck a dick. |
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