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| And I know the integrity is dead,
I don't need proof,
Look into their eyes,
Look into their eyes,
It makes you want to take your own life,
They're | All | Fucking | Snakes | | |
| So, I've come to realize something. If you don't look out for number 1, no one else will. Dreams? They're as real as you and I. But now potential....Potential can only be measured in will power. Because what is potential, if you really don't have the drive to make something of it. So many people live their lives to satisfy a friend, a family member, or that special someone. Who ever really lives for themselves. Because you can sit here and say, I enjoy what I'm doing with my life. Working 10 hour days. Just to feel like shit when you come home. Just to do it all over again. Then by age 50, you have more muscle, joint, respiratory, bone, and mental problems than you care to discuss. What is it all for? I've learned one thing. If you have ambitions, chase them. As stupid as the world may think they are. Work at it. Because personally, I would rather spend my entire life working at something I wanted, and something I dreamed of, then work at something just to get something I felt I needed. Tradition will get you nowhere. When you break free from the ordinary, that is what makes you extraordinary. Even if only in your eyes. It will eliminate the mid-life crisis of working your hands to the bone for something you never really wanted. "Satisfaction Is The Death Of Desire." And opinions, well, everyone's got one. If you listen to every opinion you ever hear, you're a dead man. If you never take any opinion to heart, and only let them have a minor effect on your final decision, that is when you are truly listening to yourself. No one can tell you how to live your life. It's yours. Only you can. It's when you've let the outside world alter your dreams, that you've failed. "FEAR IS A FORERUNNER OF FAILURE" Don't let the bastards drag you down. Because when it comes down to facts, no ones going to be buried with you. You were born alone, and you're going to die alone. friends, family, and love helps you get through your life, but they can't decide what you do with it. | | |
| do you know what it's like to hold death in the palm of your hands? Do you know the feeling of beholding fate? Until you can look me in the eyes, and say you have, go chill with your punk friends. You think you can chill? Don't get it twisted bitch. When I find you, you better have said your prayers. Too bad even god couldn't save you now. You know that whisper in the wind? The one you hear walking down a dark alley at 2 am. That's me. You won't need drugs to feel paranioa anymore. When we find you, there will be nothing left. Put on your battle helmet punk. | | |
| "Wipe...
Wipe off your mouth.
Get up off your knees and make me your god.
Who could ever,
Who the fuck could ever take the place of me?
It's sexual debauchery you fucking cunt, you fucking whore,
You cost what you're worth.
Followed by a boy like this,
Reignited by all your visits.
As long as your mouth is shut you'll still be fucking beautiful.
Pack your shit and leave, and take my memories of her with you.
(I don't need to know)
...And take her fucking with you"
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