Everyone needs to quit pushing my fucking buttons.

Live in sin, fight to win.

Tonight at Vinyl (W. Peachtree & 17th)

7 pm, $8
Blood Stands Still
Irreversible
Crime Scene
Deathstar
Atilla

Get there or get fucked.

Aug 17 2006 | Philadelphia, PENNSYLVANIA ( Read more... )

I'm ready to just chill with my boys from now on. People I know are my boys, that is.

And I'd like for it to be six weeks from now right now too.

I'm here to wrap my hands around society's neck.
Slowly slip away against a lifeless grip.

A long painful death is what you deserve.
Open your mouth, bite the fucking curb.

Born into a vicious circle, you learn to cut at the throat.
Watching people lining up in tight single file rows, I still revolve around a world I choose to cut off.

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Things are finally starting to come together.

I'm sick of pressing on, cause shit still ain't making sense. No matter how hard I try my life is still a fucking mess. I've lost myself, and time hasn't changed a thing. I'm still a fucking kid trying to deal with his mistakes.

Crushes on and dreaming, keeping to ourselves. I drown myself - but it proves I care, I can't forget those years.

The more I look into my life, the more and more I see my destiny. To work every single day, to never have my way. To never see further than five feet in front of my face until I'm layed to waste.

Mother, I'm scared of what's becoming of me. Humiliation is all I can see. I'll never be what I long to be. It's hard coming face to face with my own

All I wanted was a shot in the dark, but like a knife through the heart I choke on spit covered words.

Oh my god - it happened again. What's wrong with me? Screaming gets you nothing. One more night in this town and I swear that I'm dead.