this moment when your car doesn't go fater than 112 Mph and people still passing you like 'duuuude come on dont drive so slow'
-.- i really need a better car
I think sadness has no bounds
All is hopeless even with the struggles
Things that are mostly never will be
Death just an inescapable outcome
Crawling around even when were in out grave
Burning in hell as we are supposed to be
Blowing thru the wind as we are now dust
Oblivion is all that really is left around
Most love is all an illusion that we convince ourselves
Hating everything that is around us with a fake smile
Holding back our emotions so never to reveal who we are
Walking with arms dripping crimson from our lacerations
Throwing around I love you to get what we want
This Y generation is full of the damned and forgotten
Technology has taken our lives from what it could have been
Jumping off the edge into the abyss
What sleeps at the bottom is such a mystery
This whatever it’s called won’t ever end so fuck it all
Just another gear in the machine of the cycle history repeats.
Recycle what was beautiful;
May god forever damn this industry.
Heartless and redundant,
you're a product of the "scene".
Could be the end of the world
but what difference would it make?
Bitch
You're a carbon copy,
replica of bullshit trend.
Demise will fucking find you
waiting patient at the peak.
It's a long fall from the top of the world
and we'll laugh as we watch you crash and burn.
I bet your proud of all the bras that belong to young underage broads.
Let em dangle from your stand
next to your dignity and right as man.
Behold the monument of fraud,
pinnacle of passion's mockery.
Eat shit
Get fucked
God damn the industry
God damn the industry
God damn the industry
Talent and passion aren't fucking obsolete.
Time into the mirror outweighs your time into your trade,
proof: this thing is all ass backwards. proof: its just fucking game
Music is more than tattoos, cool hair, fresh clothes and nice shoes.
Time into the mirror outweighs time into your trade,
Proof: this thing is all ass backwards.
Proof: its just mother fucking game.
Just another gear in the machine of the cycle history repeats.
Recycle what was beautiful;
May god forever damn this industry.
Heartless and redundant,
you're a product of the "scene".
Could be the end of the world
but what difference would it make?
Bitch
You're a carbon copy,
replica of bullshit trend.
Demise will fucking find you
waiting patient at the peak.
It's a long fall from the top of the world
and we'll laugh as we watch you crash and burn.
God damn the industry.
Eat shit
Get fucked
Talent and passion aren't fucking obsolete.
