Thursday, January 27, 2011

Only My Friends Can Call Me Pigfucker

Ah yes
Apathy comes in the form of broken glass
And I'm a pacifist who just got turned on to bar fighting
The rush comes from watching it all shatter
When the drunkards come for the sensitive man
Blood flow mixed with secrets and infidelity
I can smell the salt peter on their lips
But I don't have enough middle fingers for them
Mine are too busy waving greetings to these addicts
You love the taste of tears and I cry cyanide, fucker!
Such a shame to mistake my kindness for weakness
Now I'm the strongest man alive

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