it's not like....i don't have any fucking anger inside of me..
it's not like....it doesn't make me totally fucking furious to see all this
frickin self indulgence and self pitty everywhere
shattered on the ground
spilled over our souls
and fucking our actions up
it's not like...i couldn't scream on stage
and destroy
and spit
and scream again, at the top of my lungs
and smoke a cigar and pretend
and throw my fists against this wall
and paint my hair pink
and tatoo my frustration and anger on my lips
and put your car on fire
and cut off all of your curls
dripping down your brain.
it's not at all like that.
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