People these days
You don't know how to act
You follow the trends
And fill in things you lack
You'll be their best friend
But then stab them in the back
In our black sentence and prescriptions
You dance to your death
Playing around with things
Like acid and ****
With your gay canters
And chemical glee
With your low crooked curtsies
And your ignorant flee
You'll
Turn
Out
Like
Me
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 11:19 AM UTC
People these days
You don't know how to act
You follow the trends
And fill in things you lack
You'll be their best friend
But then stab them in the back
In our black sentence and prescriptions
You dance to your death
Playing around with things
Like acid and ****
With your gay canters
And chemical glee
With your low crooked curtsies
And your ignorant flee
You'll
Turn
Out
Like
Me
