Sitting in the basement writing to the devil burning a candle, record playing black metal thought about anarchy, all the blood I’ve ever seen or maybe the apocalypse waiting at my door
I’m so bored maybe burn a bible, maybe drink a little more
Sitting on the staircase staring at the ceiling trying out this notion that I’ve never had a feeling thought about holding a little sacrifice but I need to find a ****** and that’s too much of a chore
I’m so bored maybe burn a church, maybe drink a little more
Now I have to use the bathroom but it’s upstairs the thought alone is morbid and I just don’t ******* care just sit here in the blackness feeling like a goat’s head writing to the devil but my wrist is getting sore
I’m so bored maybe ***** blood if I drink a little more
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
Sitting in the basement writing to the devil burning a candle, record playing black metal thought about anarchy, all the blood I’ve ever seen or maybe the apocalypse waiting at my door
I’m so bored maybe burn a bible, maybe drink a little more
Sitting on the staircase staring at the ceiling trying out this notion that I’ve never had a feeling thought about holding a little sacrifice but I need to find a ****** and that’s too much of a chore
I’m so bored maybe burn a church, maybe drink a little more
Now I have to use the bathroom but it’s upstairs the thought alone is morbid and I just don’t ******* care just sit here in the blackness feeling like a goat’s head writing to the devil but my wrist is getting sore
I’m so bored maybe ***** blood if I drink a little more
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