IRC-Galleria

Humans are my Fuel For Hatred.

You are nothing but human scum.

And you still think that you're God. You are nothing more than a human
sculpture made of filth and disgrace.

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Dark Tranquillity // Lost to apathy:

The unsaid tone of weak despair
Fail to resonate
Frayed ends of our binding
Threads will disintegrate

By laws our physiques state
Failure to communicate
None too sentient hear no,
See no works its magic against all function
Ongoing choices the trials will end
Filter the nonsense and laugh at what's left
Indecision/nonvision
Matters taken away

Look at the shell that is you
Empty, fragile, weak
Soon the battle is over
Lost to apathy

So overcome with pointless tears
To test pain receptors
Nothing matters ever here
Put up a nonreaction
These eyes will never see
Covered up from reality

The unknown world that you deny
No priority
Cannot fail if you never start
How predictable
I want to know where did it end
For madness to start
Always the skeptic and never be part
Introvertive/nondescriptive
It matters not
Not

Sain oman koneen huoneeseen. Wee.

Everyday my sanity is tested in this world which is not real.

I _LIKE_ my problems, cause they are mine.

Ja Kimmo tekee ristinmerkkiä kun puhutaan mun mielipiteistä, koskien hulluja ja vastaavia. ^^

Kuolevaiset kasvotusten
Viha viilaa välessä
Kiihko harha ajatusten
Humalassa tästä hetkessä

Ja vain tahtoonsa luottaa

Tulee murhatusta murhaaja
Paimen polttaa lampaansa
Sitäkö huorat itkee hangella
On mies, on tappaja

Ja vain tahtoonsa luottaa

Aamu usvan astuvilla
Vaino miehen askelilla
Vihan syöttää surevilla
Oman lihan palkehilla

"Jos maailmassa 2 miljoonaa ihmistä rakastaa musiikkiasi, ja 5 miljoonaa vihaa sitä, sinulla on 7 miljoonaa fania."

-Marilyn Manson

Töissä haisen pahalle, kukaan ei oo tääl. kaikki on jossain ylppäreissä, ja sillee. Repeilen tääl IRC-Quoteseille, ja erottelen petunioiden hintalappuja. Juuri näin pojat, juuri näin.

Ja kulta, pistätkö mulle täällä viestiä että mikä meno sen tän päivän suhteen, mulla on akku loppu. :(