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What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch. I’ll have you know my name is John, and I woke up this morning 5:30 sharp to the smell of wet pussy. I was getting a blowjob from two bitches (Shit was SO Cash), one was trying to fit my humongous 3 pound balls in her mouth while the other was choking halfway on my 18 and 3\8 inch dick. She started to squirt hard, she was convulsing and having 6 orgasms at the same time. I gave it to them and they were on the floor squirting like motherfucking fountains. Must have come about a quart of sperm and compressed air. Imagine your best orgasm, then multiply it by 35. I had to go to base camp so I front-flipped from my 14th floor barracks into my valet parked 2012 Ferrari (I got connexions). Pushed my shit to about 4 hundo (mph, mind you) and I was at base camp in no time. When I entered, I became a top sniper and was granted access to the entire arsenal of the USMC. I learned how to kill someone in over 700 different ways and was assigned to be the leader of a squad that will kill 300 terrorists using gorilla warfare tactics. Also did 6000 push-ups, 8000 sit-ups and bench-pressed 30 plates in 16 minutes. After basic training, I met a network of secret spies who will help me trace your IP address, while eating gold plated sushi and 15,000 $ champagne. My unit got the rest of the day off and I became captain of our base’s football team and starter of the basketball team. I got straight A’s on the military entrance exams and received more awards. Meanwhile, you were jacking off to pictures on Facebook and naked drawn Japanese people. Went back in the Lambo to my barracks and now I am getting ready to go to sleep. I am going to graduate at the top of my class in the Navy Seals tomorrow and I want to look pretty much perfect for it. Don’t be a stranger and remember, I did more in one day than you will your entire life.
Turn the TV off!
You've got another dead kid with a high school ring
and it's glorified all over the screen.
What's with this world and its social horror scenes?
Look at me, on NBC, I got a gun in my hand,
I'll make the whole world understand how good this feels to cause a tragedy.
Reporting live tonight, we paint this picture, oh, just right.
The schoolhouse doors were blasted open wide:
Murder, suicide, Three students died.
There were Seven more down on the floor,
there were a dozen little girls who begged the Lord,
"Please let me survive!", as they were locked up inside.
Won't it bring you down?
This isn't over now.
Your prayers are only whispers to the clouds.
You're crying oh so loud, and no one hears your sound,
Preparing for your journey to the ground.
Memories of our babies, you'll never see, you're just pretending.
You'll try, and it's all you do.
You never thought that this could happen to you.
Turn the TV off!
You've got another dead kid with a high school ring
and it's glorified all over the screen.
What's with this world and its social horror scenes?
Won't it bring you down?
This isn't over now.
Your prayers are only whispers to the clouds.
You're crying oh so loud, and no one hears your sound,
Preparing for your journey to the ground.
No matter what you do, the pain comes to you.
Memories of our babies, you'll never see, you're just pretending.
You'll try, and it's all you do.
Embrace the truth, the ending.
Won't it bring you down?
This isn't over now.
Your prayers are only whispers to the clouds.
You're crying oh so loud, and no one hears your sound,
Preparing for your journey to the ground.
Won't it bring you down?
This isn't over now.
Your prayers are only whispers to the clouds.
You're crying oh so loud, and no one hears your sound,
Preparing for your journey to the ground.
-Whisper to the Clouds by: The High Court
You're not in this alone
Let me break this awkward silence
Let me go, go on record
Be the first to say I'm sorry
Hear me out,
And if you take me down
Or would you lay me out
And if the world needs something better
Let's give them one more reason now, now, now
We walk in single file
We light our rails and punch our time
Ride escalators colder than a cell
This broken city sky like butane on my skin
stolen from my eyes
Hello Angel, tell me where are you
Tell me where we go from here
Tell me we go from...
And in this moment we can't close the lids on burning eyes
Our memories blanket us with friends we know like fallout vapors
Steel corpses stretch out towards an ending sun, scorched and black
It reaches in and tears your flesh apart
As ice cold hands rip into your heart
That's if you've still got one that's left inside that cave you call a chest
And after seeing what we saw, can we still reclaim our innocence
And if the world needs something better, let's give them one more reason now
This broken city sky like butane on my skin
stolen from my eyes
Hello Angel, tell me where are you
Tell me where we go from here
Tell me we go from here
-Skylines and Turnstiles by MCR