This is our way of life. And we sleep away our misery in our blood soaked sheets. We've left our homes to infect the world. And addict you all to this deep south heat.
Let's go. . America our wasteland. Where death is entertainment. The place where moving forward means you turn the other direction. A place where reality existed.
Nothing satisfies me. A cold dark room is where you'll find me. I can feel the hatred slowly climbing. Go fuck yourself if you don't like what I'm writing.