There's a city on fire and I love the smell
of a burning man's flesh, it's the scent of Hell.
The buildings they crumble and the flame it's wild,
we're gonna kill every man, woman, and child.

Kill! Kill! Kill!
Kill! Kill! Kill!

When the life is gone and the spirits have died
you will know that this land has been purified.
All the bodies are dead and they've gone to ash
well, the only thing left is to loot the stash!

Loot! Loot! Loot!
Loot! Loot! Loot!

With the streets full of blood and the gold on our necks
there's nothing left for us but dirty nasty sex.
Her chains and her leather are as cold as her heart
but nothing beats letting her tear you apart.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Now say thank you to the devil, he turned me into a demon.

I am the man who listens to the mass-murderers sing.
I am the man who can tell this small world everything.
I am the perfect prescription for all the fucked up children.
I am the helpful psychopathic people person with a wicked grin.

Viva il mio amore.
Viva mie.

He scrapes the gray festering junk of flesh from her screaming wound, home to an infinite dying souls, and watches her teeth drop like globs of burning tar-laced diamonds. Paisley-patterned grasshoppers fly like lasers galloping from one tooth to other tooth and so forth until nothing was left but shrill mandibular root flakes and super-lukewarm plasma. Nearby, inverted mountains made of hate by man are strewn about within avid vacuum salesmen strategically to annoy timid leaf-blower consumers whom coexist separated by barricades patrolled by cowboys on acid who take their time to stay around and get nowhere.

These days pass like old kidney stones the texture on the ceiling an empty mountain range surrounding an inverted volcano that will resemble eternity dried blood stains the walls and all the clothes covering the floor every face is covered with a smile whether they liked it or not plastic sounds from a megaphone voice box command all three of the unaligned squares into conformity as rusty creeps crawl through the parapets of their oozing dark temple. This dust all over your skin it's fucking vile how crass.

MASSIVELy_huge

You wouldn't catch a tick with a catcher's mitt.


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FASTER FASTER
HARDER HARDER
TIGHTER TIGHTER
MURDER MURDER
KILL

___ the mystery you seek, hidden deep inside a redwood tree.
I talk more than I should,
too much for my own good.
Is this the life you always dreamed about?
Nothing to do but scream and shout.

Day 1: Earth(water only) and Heavens created. Day and Night instilled without the Sun...somehow.

Day 2: Invisible Canopy created--aka firmament between the waters, because he already knew about flooding the Earth & Noah.

Day 3: Land is formed. Trees/Plants/Seeds created, but not a product of photosynthesis because there is no sun yet or water to rain down upon them. This includes marijuana, hallucinogenic and deadly mushrooms, the opium poppy, coca plant, salvia divinorum, deadly nightshade, datura brugsmansia, and all other types of forsaken entheogens and poisonous plants.

Day 4: He creates two lights in the sky, which are later figured out to be a ball of gas and a lifeless rock. Oh and he also created the uncountable mass of galaxies in the universe and called them "stars" just for us to look at.

Day 5: Everything living besides humans was created. (So this is when they argue dinosaurs were created, mmmkay? 1 day /=/ 65 million years) And if you didn't notice, he made male and female versions of all of them which is why he says "be fruitful and multiply" to the animals, they obviously understand and can comprehend when God speaks to them.

Day 6: Man is made and created in the image of God and his angels. Then he steals a set of man's ribs to make a woman.

Day 7: God chills.

As an unaffiliated, I dissolve all attribution to the existence or non-existence of said individuals or individuals belief. I believe I exist and am existential in my existence whereas I am my thoughts, my thoughts are me, and I am my own God.

Waiting for the day that never comes,
no use in chasing someone that runs.
And the next day is always the same,
waiting for her, but she never came.

EXTINCTION IS FOREVER
EXISTENCE IS TEMPORARY

We welcome the people with kaleidoscope tails,
they built a ships made of death with holes in their sails,
and the wisps they carried on,
to sing a sullen song,
they always do it wrong.

The tiny men that make the rain
are constructing temples in your brain
dedicated in somebody elses name.

The people run from confrontation
to their house in the hills of hibernation
so you can be the instigation.

Just a little brain from my green bean.
I'd fuck fast the rust-rotted fuel tank even today.
The pain my piece would push into your perception is perfectly parallel to the perpetual penetrations that pry their eyes passed these false parables of peace.

This facade can go on no longer. It is a self-degenerating process of cognitive negating systems. You are hungry, you eat. You are tired, you sleep. These are only temporary acts alluding the inevitable end. This world we paint with our minds is only viewed so vividly due to our inherently hampered perception. Electrical impulses jump node to node and implicate infinite amounts of notions that are only connotative to human emotions. The emotions themselves are simply electrochemical signals to best estimate a valid response in order to survive.
Survive what? Survive life? Life is death, and every second of living is a second of dying--getting closer and closer to point B from point A. This movie ends when you hit stop. There is no rewind. There is no fast-forward. There is no pause. You can either let it continue to play or cease your participation in the event entirely.

How do you smile
with all those tears in your eyes,
and all the pain you hide inside?
So I fake the laughs
with all those good times in the past,
and all the fear coming on so fast.

Millions of soldiers
are lined up on the floor.
Winning a battle,
is not winning the war.

We all make mistakes
that we hate ourselves for.
We often forsake,
the ones whom we adore.

We cry and we bleed
and our bodies turn sore.
We want what we need,
and aren't asking for more.

Chances are fleeting
and fears claw at our core.
And while you are reading,
"Asta mañana mi amor."

I have a weakness or two,
but I'll always follow through.


The heroin and heroines.
The women and whiskey.
The secrets that are held within,
they never seemed so risky.
Now press your lips against my skin,
so you can fucking kiss me.

See Humpty-Dumpty never ever fell at all
while he was sitting up there on that wall
he had a crack underneath his skin
where his inner struggle did begin
the subtle fractures splintered off
enough to break with a single cough
and in his daily tasks he did die
too much of his crutch he did rely
laying in pieces now, he crumbles to the ground
everyone's asking how, his shape ain't so round
he says there's no reason to explain
why he's in so much fucking pain.

I just don't know what to do anymore
lying here naked on my bedroom floor
body covered in my own blood and tears
and my mind now soaked in my deepest fears

I always tried to do everything right
but it often turned to some sort of fight
with the weakest of fists and deadliest of words
our voices singing louder than the birds

I'm just a nobody looking for some help
wanting that feeling that I've never felt
like someone caring about you before them
doing your laundry at three a.m

I don't want to die if I can love you
But I don't want to live if this is what I'm going through
The only thing that I ever could want for us
is to be happier than the rest of these kids, on the bus

Right now I'm reaching deep inside myself
trying to keep my head together on the shelf
I'm trying my hardest to scoop up my brain
it's scattered and random just like the rain

I have an ego the size of Tom Cruise's dick
and a dick the size of Tom Cruise's ego.

You learn something new every day--unless you're a pissant shitfuck dickfaggot cuntmouth.

Welcome to the world where words are weapons;
people have no purpose but to procure possessions.

They got dreams of a dagger and a liquid release,
the shiny crimson answer to drain the grease,
with our mouths sewn shut, they do as they please,
not a soul to make a sound, not a voice to appease,
with our blindfolds on, the minds eye still sees,
not a view to envision, not a foresight to tease.

You can't hear no evil, gotta be heard to be real.
You can't see no evil, behind a mask or a veil.

They barricade our buildings and brainwash our babies,
more money for the men and less loot for the ladies,
they like to lie to our faces and answer with maybes,
feed our face with fables of a fake Heaven and Hades,
they take all our taxes for their brand new Mercedes,
so they can do more coke than a Cuban in the eighties.

They are our enemies till death.
They are our allies for life.

I can't do anything right
I can't bring a smile to the face of a girl
I can't even sleep at night
I put my hands up and scream, "Fuck the world."

A video with a cast you'll be able to name individually. Everyone should see this. Americans speak out what it is to be truly American. A video made by www.declareyourself.com, direct to Youtube.

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