I am filthy and rotten and sore and covered in bruises
and full of nonsense and I don't have as much to offer
you as say Jesus or his other impostors, whether in a
political suit or writing to you pretty little words
and showing you songs you've never even heard; but I
am mistaken and human and broken and arrested by society
because I will never be able to exist properly because
you won't fucking allow me to. Because you still believe.

Or you won't open your mouth,
I'm not sure which these days.

The fact of the matter is that you
are being lied to and it has never
been a problem. It's a problem to
me, though, and it's rather difficult
to hold my tongue about it- even knowing
you will never trust in me over him.


But I'm
still going
to scream when
the clock tells me to.



Anyway,
listen to my
shitty music!!

One day when it isn't
this bad of quality and
more people are doing it,
you will feel so cool that
you did it first.


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