You said I tasted famous so I drew you a heart ♥ But now, i'm not an artist, i'm a fucking work of art. I got an F and a C and I got a K, too And the only thing that's missing is a bitchlike yoU
Death to the ladies, first. Then the gentlemen. All sorts of tax-free face lifts, abortions.. nervous break-downs. satanic girls gone wild... truly fucking suicidal. First, you try to fuck it, then you try to eat it, if it hasn't learned your name You better kill it before they see it. It's Arma-God-Damn-Mother-Fucking-Geddon
It may kill you in the sunshine.. or happily in the dark.
It may take a team of Well-rounded hoodlums, In full gear to unrest objection. A well- controlled media to pick out our terrorists. When bureaucrats Start dying from cancer. Love is a fire. Burns down all that it sees. Burns down everything. Everything you think Burns Down Everything you say.
We're the low art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque
introverted boy you are not interesting, boy you think you're intellectual but no one's talking to you now I might be an introvert to you, a shallow fashionista deep as any paper plate dressed just like the girl beside you
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