Or go out in a blaze of glory?
Who fuckin' knows right?
Who fuckin' cares..
I look at my past and see many beautiful things mixed with some very terrible things.
Sometimes life just don't make no fuckin' sense at all, yet the journey still has some kind of meaning.
I do know that my relationship with love and hate will always be endless.
And my passion for curiosity takes me to places where my memory won't ever let go.
Doubt, fear and violence can sometimes feel to be a good mix.
But when you know that you won't go there, is when aggravation gets under your skin.
Restlessness breeds anger, while actions don't do enough..
Can my God lead me to peace?
Can my demons suffice my emptiness?
My hunger for death is dead.
And it seems like there's no other purpose.
To live because you love is living?
To not be yourself for fear of losing.
Sacrifice is nothing.
Mother earth won't remember you at all.
Our blood spilled has no meaning.
In recklessness I fall.
Is it luck to get up again?
Here in the middle is everything and nothing.
Just let it be over and over again..
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| As I punch you in the face! |
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