about
Killing yourself is terribly messy since you always end up with a corpse, and someone to find the corpse, and all the sons of bitches who will pretend they gave a shit, and the helpless poor sods who did give a shit, but couldn't do a god damned thing about it.
You should know; If you are suicidal - Society WANTS you to die. Everyone LOVES how sad they can pretend to be and all the fucked up shit they can use your cold piss-stinking body as an excuse and alibi for. If people feel real fucking sorry for you, you can get away with damn near anything.
So first, make sure to estrange everyone you know, make them hate you. Oh and by the way... That will do itself, when you're miserable enough everyone hates your guts anyway. THEN kill yourself. Perfect. Good luck!
...
lyrics
Souvenir Jesus
It's a brave new world
But you seem so set on dystopian do's
I could never wrap my head around it
What's the matter with you?
We've got everything
And everyone, we all knwo what we could do.
But you're too afraid of losing face
your dignity will rule you to your grave
Who's the real coward now?
When there's no joy to your conquest and anthems
I will be your your token alibi
Lift me to the sky
Like a souvenir Jesus
You can hang me anywhere you like
Convenience is everything you know
Praise God and cunt-ry
Gracefully abide
Say your Hail Mary's (If they mean something to you)
Kiss your medallion for good luck
and send me a prayer
When there's no joy to your conquest and anthems
I will be your your token alibi
Lift me to the sky
Like a souvenir Jesus
You can hang me anywhere you like
Convenience is the king.
The king of everything.
Perfect innuendos and slight of hand to make it through the day
Daybreak is a heartache; An endless string of mandatory trials
I pray that you stumble and choke on the leash you're trying to pull.
We have fallen on hard times.
...
credits
released 21 April 2013
allrightsreserved2013dolving/lantto
license
all rights reserved
feeds

feed for