Lifeless!

imitation!

of mud!

(Untitled vials of shrapnel course through his every vain)

Eyes shoot back through his head

(A deep pitted stomach feeling he’s in for the ride)

cows make holy waist, sir 

(a shrill quiver runs down his spine, leaving him ill)

lifeless! 

imitation!

of mud!

dopamine hits through the end of his droppers neck x2 Because! because he knows! what he’s told! is full of shit! full of shit!

dated doctrine leads foolish men to black wells 

Taylor Swift still fucking sucks 

corporate manufactured art is the death of humanity Because! because he knows! what he’s told! is a load of shit! full of shit!

 

Black plagued winds drawn from the western front. A young child chokes on her own blood. There’s a terrible pain in my neck. I hate America, I hate all the other countries just as much. I am not an atheist , Buddhist nor a humanist. I am a satanist. Black dust coagulates and hardens at the tip of my right lung. If pockets are made of holes I might as well spend all my money at Disney world. I hate money. I hate the concept, the greed, the habitual worry for it. I wish I never had it, now without it I am lost. I have become one of them. They said it will pass over when I grow older. The older I get the more it hurts. I guess they tell you that to keep you in misery too. The blue pills make my head hurt and the red pill is total bliss. We all need pills, we all crave sedation.

 

It’s Black country out there and it’s mine! X2

 

It’s mine…

 

Lifless!

Imitation! 

Lifeless!

Imitation!

Of Mud!