THE ROT OF DISORDER IN THE HUMAN HEART
Corroding fodder for the cannibals, a fifteen minute disaster, Begging on your knees, whored for all to see. Caught somewhere between dirt and mediocrity. You might think you're waving, everyone knows your drowning. Shameless, soulless, anything to sell your name. A malformed parody of dignity, diseased wreckage in prose. This broken image of self-respect, your skin-deep levels exposed.
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Just picturing the basement dwelling losers standing around in a shitty club with like 12 people pretending that they are artistic geniuses because they make tapes. Basically the worst tendencies in modern noise all compounded into one sound. Then again; most noise is terrible. I mean how much of it do we really need? Damn sorry for being such a bummer. Adam Lehrer/Safety Propganda