| Preservation of the ending, soon it will be here. No I'm not pretending. Everyone looks at me like they want me out of here, Oh, but I didn't need to say that infront of these foolish ears. Dedication to my own opinion I'll fill the issue folder and rack the roster, I got the thousands of psycho's following me, who's to know me when I'm dead. Who's to love the new trend? I'm feeling something easing into the Ocean of blood. So come into this, and feel up to the Top, I'll have to let you know, the issue of me being will never Stop. Much to my surprise I'm not in a Dream and I do exist, but maybe I'm in a Cosmic show, and I'm a high rated Media flow, I really hope not, because if I found out I'd be on top of the Director with a Razor, slitting his Throat, wrist, and every artery I could find. I'd be ontop of the prouducers wife, fucking her until she screamed Crime, I would have decapitate the Bitch and mail it to the bastard, tell him the end of his life will not be any faster.. Paranoia drawed that thought, so lets see what Solitude can do. For me, and For you. Slide away from society, see the Divinity, come one, come all. Lets fuck the whole Lord Call...I am product of your Prayerduct, all of these re-quest flying through a tunnel in space, I can't take all of the loss of face. Fuck me, fuck you, Fuck it all. God damn, learn to make a fucking Systamatic praying call..Write a letter, climb the ladder, anything to try and reach your Divine God. Go ahead, break down cry, as you crawl..Brought into Blasphemeis corrections of the Shuddering Psyche...You know, I slamm the door shut, and picked the soar like a cut, Now, the Poverity of Anarchy reaps its prosperity, fuck the Entire Liar, fill em with a Type of heated glue, until they intend to sue.. Melt the motherfucker, space the race, and break his face. Just shut him up...The chronic lies are working over the Line, into my mind, wasting my Time. Kill him already... (Sound of a Mircophone being dropped, and glass shattering...Voice in Background. "I'm sick of this fucking Shit...Looking at your face makes me want to Puke...Get out of my Life, and Get out of my Space..." |
