PEOPLE = SHIT.

Come on down, and see the idiot right here. Too fucked to beg, and not afraid to care. What’s the matter with calamity anyway? Right, get the fuck out of my face.
Understand that I can’t feel anything, it isn’t like I wanna sift through the decay. I feel like a wound, like I’ve got a fucking gun against my head. You live when I’m dead.
Everybody hates me now, so fuck it.
Blood’s on my face and my hands, and I don’t know why. I’m not afraid to cry, but that’s none of your business.
Who’s life is it?
Get it?
See it?
Feel it?
Eat it?
Spin it around so I can spit in its face. I wanna leave without a trace, because I don’t wanna die in this place.
It never stops. You can’t be everything to everyone. Contagion, I’m sitting at the side of Satan. What do you want from me? They never told me the failure I was meant to be.
Overdo it, don’t tell me you blew it. Stop your bitching and fight your way through it.
I’m not like you, I just fuck up.
Come on motherfucker, everybody has to die.