The Devil's Takin' Names

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30 May 2008, 0:01

This is my Career Suicide. It kills me to act so surprised, so why don't you just say no? If you're mad at the world, no matter, as my fake heart concedes to your fake love. Life Is Pain, as quantity grows, life quality goes. Our lives are sick and in decay, nothing but broken bottles and Leftover Crack. Rise Against, as we fire at the whites of their eyes, then dance on ashes of the world. Sit back and enjoy the view, watch The Unraveling right in front of you. Raise your fist and devour the Mischief Brew. When the feast is over, they'll Roll Me Through the Gates of Hell, then soon come for you. Smoke or Fire, that's your cue. We're free at last, and I've learned that The Hard Way. Goodbye anger, goodbye. Goodbye old friends, goodbye. We have No Choice, If Logic's First (We're Coming Second). Is no one watching? Is no one listening? What does it take to stimulate us? Visionless lines that dictate where boundaries lie, we shadow fools without observing. Zombie bodies possessed with Strung Out hearts, and when I see you on the other side, I will not be the same as I was when I was yours. No longer a Choking Victim, just a victim stuck in this Fucked Reality. There are no winners in this fucked reality. Just a couple (million) dead bodies and a Small Arms Dealer, where sometimes just standing still feels like some kinda hell. The truth is this, we're running for our lives. Fighting fang and fist, we simply cannot refuse to exist. Feeding them one liners, branding ourselves as The Flatliners. Here's a Public Service Announcement, you're only a hero in your own mind. The End Is Here with one potential song, a verse, take it or leave it. Submission is nowhere in our plan, we'll strive to walk a clearer path by disappearing deep into the black. There are None More Black then those Majestic few, whose priorities may never be straight and that's always a topic for debate. There goes that Kid Dynamite, braver than who I'm trying to be, yeah. And I don't even know who I think I'm trying to be. The Routes We Wander searching for a dim and distant shore. Amidst the sluts, the drifters and the thieves, he doesn't dream of landing anymore. Instead, travel with me down The Nautical Mile, into the streams along The Broadways. While standing on the last corner, of the last town, of the last city in the burning world, you'll still have someone on your side. Remember: Life is bigger, so much bigger than all of this.

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