Murder and the Media Machine

Anything that is ever cool, you can never call cool. You take away our Cocoa Puffs and laptop and we're fucked. We will either become more annoying or more stupid, take your pick. We wouldn't care so much if they weren't blowing each other up on top of our lifeblood. To keep you is no benefit, to destroy you is no loss.



Spite is the word of your undoing. There were no good old days. We are sleepwalking to apocalypse. You probably won't make it, but that's okay.

Everything will be okay, this is so boring.



The future doesn't need us. We are wolves. We are not loved. All those lovers are liars, smiling maniacally for their children.



What do you want to watch? Lies and bullshit, please. Let jesus drive the rolls-royce. Love won't pay your rent.



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