Malls and the Hidden Vortex

so this is what blood tastes like...
...windows blinded...bright christian runways...
...whatever, kiddo
find your own wave and immortalize it...no way you can be outshined in that shade of pink
How many ways can I say fuck off?
Like TV and its side effects...I've been desensitized
So I'm all about "Syntax error" "404" and "does not compute"
in this rapture, 11,000,000 Jews tried to break free
the doctor and the nurse supplied the remedy
but the scyth and the purveyer of sleep
tore at paper heart with gnashed teeth and childlike venom

How many ways can I say "fuck off"
Like TV and it's side effects...I've been desensitzed...there you happy?

Run with the lemmings
go child
they died twice
yet still found vigor to resurrect themselves

I'll supply the violence...just lay back and go to sleep...your lackadaisy life was just rapid eye bowel movements...just a phonecall away from a picket fence...and a gun under your pillow

whatever darlin...

just get to bed...and swim amongst the hated...this is your stop time to get off...

Don't blame me when your chapter ends with a blood-staind-tear-bullet