i'd always been jealous of you with your slicked back hair sunglasses and cigarettes how you could command how you knew everything was a battle rebellion vs monotony life vs death i would follow you blindly for you were a leader and i was a sheep accepting your twisted truths as fact using pain as an aphrodisiac the nectar to my masochistic soul you were perfectly violent an artistic achievement of anarchy everything i wanted to be compressed into a single person controlling over masses indoctrinating them through brainwashing their will out of their minds take your humanity back before you become a percentage you did everything i wish i could do you were perfect so was it really a surprise when i found out you weren't real?