fuck this society with corrupt morals claiming god over progress
its all going to explode and well kill ourselves anyways
im starting today, it starts right here.
im not the only one lighting fires.
the weak walk with plague, the morally righetous rot with corruption.
kill them before we become a vaccine.
no society. no fucking morals. no men in power.
no jurisdiction and no fucking gods.
dont fucking look down on us because we will never be with you
dont you fucking talk to us like we are the worst to exist.
speak for yourselves, everything you are and will ever be we hate/
youre already dead, im going to bury you alive.
you let yourself get devoured by the beast.
and when its time to throw me to the plots bury me face down
so i can ghost walk with my back turned to the world ive already left anyways
ill keep walking, its all i can do anymore.
youre just people im passing through.

i cant stop fucking up
i told the person who cares most im doing fine
i lied to her face again
im punching myself in the head hoping to feel something right
everywhere i fucking walk i hold a closed fist waiting for my end
if i cant stop fucking up, im taking down this entire city with me
everyone is already dead. we live in graveyards outside the tallest cemetaries.

youll meet your end at my hands.
ive only got one thing left to do.
repay the favor you did me in dishonesty.
i used to believe your words about being a real person
i made my mistakes, i said i was sorry to myself.
i thought we were unstoppable.
you had the chance to speak up and level it out.
you left me with the chance to snap your fucking neck
i saw the end of a narrow tunnel.
i saw you on the other end tied to the building i brought down with my bare hands.
you are walking dead in my way.
locked and caged, stabbed and shot up and brainwashed.
ball and chain and anchor and anklet and slave.
whatever i fucking saw in you i fucking hate.

use their bones as the walkway to where you need to go.
use the buildings as shelters for the needy over brainwash and misinformation.
safety has been an illusion from growth and seeking refuge from problems you will not escape.
ringing the bells for a dead man who cannot save savages that turned their backs to that man.
keep to our design and pollute and abuse. no signs of purity and just vomit the toxins.
not just words and habits of abuse to the grounds and waters.
the second plague hanging over our heads.
being told our security is the vaccine. we are inhaling pollution.
the death and wastes pile up, adapt to consume and pollute.
whats left of the living they will swing knives to the dead throats.
walk the green roads, walk the bone sidewalks.
rotting former shells. decaying former friends.
infected race. already told they are the problem.
rogues are the cure.

after reading a few bands bloggers, i decided to sign up. mainly because i like how much easier this looks on the eyes. and also there seems to be more mystique here than on another site i write on.

in short......i think im going to like this alot.

i have no idea what im going to be writing in here. maybe lyrics. maybe adventures. maybe things i feel that are important to to express.

but right now, im going to leave you guessing on what will be the first story/idea that follows this introduction.