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Trust The Sweat, Not The Face It's On

I am Lickably Sexy <3. An Anarcho-Libertarian supporter, though I do like strains of Communism. I enjoy a wide variety of music, dominantly rock, though I despise rap. Face it, Rap sucks horribly, and if you like it, you suck too. Favourite bands include Stabbing Westward, Nine Inch Nails, Bury Your Dead, Cursive, Rammstein, Brand New, Fear Factory, Gallows, Mnemic, Nirvana, Pitchshifter, Rotterdam Terror Corps, Say Anything, She Wants Revenge, Tomahawk, The Dillinger Escape Plan, Etc.
Furry, German and proud.

('Swell', Written By Me)

Nothing ever feels right
When every single thing is wrong
Grab the wine bottle
And ram it home
Its not right to feel alone
Nothing ever coming in
Nothing ever being new
Everything in a different hue
Nothing can keep me sane
Massively diesesed brain
Hopeless becomes mandatory
So pathetic is my life story

Everything is going swell
Here inside my personal hell
We all know it was my fault
Locked my potential in a vault
So what does it even matter now
Nobody cares any how
No thought was put in to this
I always knew it would come to this

Lets not talk about me
I am without glory
Pushing towards lunacy fringe
Always on a drinking binge
She is so gorgeous
She won't acknowledge this
Doesn't see the beauty of herself
Encaged herself in personal hell
She just wants to feel good
Just like she really should
Everythings wrong on the inside
She tries so hard to hide
Only feels safe in sleep
Just like that she'll keep
Swallow down all her pills
No longer she'll have to feel

Everything is going swell
Alone inside her peronsal hell
We all know it was her fault
Locked herself inside a vault
So what does it even matter now
Nobody cares any how
No thought was put into this
She always knew it would come to this

Lets not talk about her
People around still feel the burn
He just wants to feel good
Just like he really should
Drinking beer and having sex
To him these were the best
He just became a toy
Everyone used but none would buy
All he wanted was a relationship
Instead he just took another hit
Only keeps you happy for a while
Reaching his last car mile
Dead along the dusty road
Nowhere else for him to go
Double barrel shotgun shell express
To him this was the best

Everything is going swell
Hated company in his personal hell
We all know it was his fault
Let everyone into his vault
So what does it matter now
Nobody cares any how
No thought was put into this
He always knew it would come to this

Everything is going swell
We're all in a personal hell
We all know it's our fault
Why do we have our vaults
So what does it matter now
None of us care any how
No thought was put into this
We all knew it would come to this
We all knew it would come to this