Thursday, June 25, 2009

It is sad that the musical landscape of what was once a scene is now destitute -
And I am screaming at all my old heroes because their heads have been chopped off.
God I wish I could hate you for the rest of my life, alright? Just not tonight.
Saw the glitter on the grime coming from summers away.
Most of my friends packed their bags when I chose to stay.
Sunbathed in it awhile but the groupies got too pretty.
Started dressing like a neon rainbow, tearing up the city.

It needs to be asked.
Do you really believe what you're saying?
You're a bible salesman,
The kids are constantly praying.

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