Dimension Seven

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Thursday, May 10, 2007

120 degree angles.

You're a fucking wreck.
When was the last time you saw the sun?
When was the last time you combed your hair?
You're a fucking waste.
A waste of skin. A waste of air. A waste of space on this planet we hate to call home. Cuz we're killing it. We're raping it. We're feeding it a slow, painful death.
When did this happen? When did this shiiiit go down?
Way to inform me, when you know I would of laughed. I would of smiled a little and said, "Ya know you aren't worth a penny in my books."

you're so empty. you're so worthless.
so empty and beautiful.
And I love it like that.
I love you like that.
Just empty and blank.
Just bottomless and beautiful.
Never ending and lovely.
But so empty---

looook at this kiiiid.
Strutting his shit. Flashing his bling.
Thinking he's ballin' er some shit yah know?

Now you're talking about getting famous, oh man you're gonna be wild. you're gonna get so big that your head might explode. But the people, they'll love every piece of you. They'll tell you that they are your biggest fan. But who are you gonna believe?

Are you gonna believe me when I tell you the truth?
Nothing but the truth.
And let me tell ya,
the truth fuckin' hurts.

Your heart's gonna pump right up with your ego.
Your soul's gonna burst into flames.
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I lie to save myself.
I lie to save my friends.
I lie to keep you waiting.
I lie to keep you hanging.

I lie because you're too stupid to notice that I fucking care.

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