I AM SO BORED OF LIFE I AM SO BORED OF LIFE I AM SO BORED OF LIFE I AM SO BORED OF LIFE I AM SO BORED OF LIFE I AM SO BORED OF LIFE I AM SO BORED OF LIFE I AM SO BORED OF LIFE I AM SO BORED OF LIFE I AM SO BORED OF LIFE I AM SO BORED OF LIFE I AM SO BORED OF LIFE
language bearers, photographers, diary makers you with your memory are dead, frozen lost in a present that never stops passing here lives the incantation of matter a language forever
like a flame burning away the darkness life is flesh on bone convulsing above the ground
jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots from twin glocks, there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two which means one of my guns was holdin 17 twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you