IRC-Galleria

Here we go again, motherfucker.
Come on down, and see the idiot right here.
Too fucked to beg and not afraid to care.
What's the matter with calamity anyway?
Right? Get the fuck outta my face!
Understand that i can't feel anything.
It isn't like I wanna sift through the decay.
I feel like a wound, like I got a fuckin'
Gun against my head, you live when I'm dead .
One more time, mother fucker.
Everybody hates me now, so fuck it.
Blood's on my face and my hands, and I
Don't know why, I'm not afraid to cry,
But that's none of your business.
Whose life is it? Get it? See it? Feel it? Eat it?
Spin it around so i can spit in its face.
I wanna leave without a trace.
Cuz I don't wanna die in this place.
People = Shit.