I Came Up With A New Game

**Krye** · 2011-03-23 02:45

It's called take a shot every time you die in battlegrounds on your undergeared ret alt

**Krye** · 2011-03-23 03:08

DUN DUN DUN DUN I'M THE SON OF RAGE AND LOVE DUN DUN DUN DUN THE JESUS OF SUBURBIA THE BIBLE OF NONE OF THE ABOVE ON A STEADY DIET OF SODA POP AND RITALIN NO ONE EVER DIED FOR MY SINS IN HELL AS FAR AS I CAN TELL AT LEAST THE ONES I GOT AWAY WITH AND THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME THAT'S HOW I'M SUPPOSED TO BE IN A LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE THAT DON'T BELIEVE IN ME GET MY TELEVISION FIXED SITTING ON MY CRUCIFIX THE LIVING ROOM OR MY PRIVATE WOMB WHILE THE MOMS AND BRADS ARE AWAY TO FALL IN LOVE AND FALL IN DEBT TO ALCOHOL AND CIGARETTES AND MARY JANE TO KEEP ME INSANE DOING SOMEONE ELSE'S COCAINE AND THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME THIS IS HOW I'M SUPPOSED TO BE IN A LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE THAT DON'T BELIEVE IN ME AT THE CENTER OF THE EARTH IN THE PARKING LOT OF THE SEVEN ELEVEN WHERE I WAS TAUGHT HTE MOTTO WAS JUST A LIE IT SAYS HOME IS WHERE YOUR HEART IS BUT WHAT A SHAME CAUSE EVERYONE'S HEART DOESN'T BEAT THE SAME IT'S BEATING OUT OF TIME CITY OF THE DEAD AT THE END OF ANOTHER LOST HIGHWAY SIGNS MISLEADING TO NOWHERE CITY OF TYHE DAMNED LOST CHILDREN WITH DIRTY FACES TODAY NO ONE REALLY SEEMS TO CARY I READ THE GRAFFITI IN THE BATHROOM STALL LIKE THE HOLY SCRIPTURES OF THE SHOPPING MALL AND SO IT SEEMED TO CONFESS IT DIDN'T SAY MUCH BUT IT ONLY CONFIRMED THAT THE CENTER OF THE EARTH IS THE END OF THE WORLD AND I COULD REALLY CARE LESS CITY OF THE DEAD AT THE END OF ANOTHER LOST HIGHWAY SIGNS MISLEADING TO NOWHERE CITY OF THE DAMNED LOST CHILDREN WITH DIRTY FACES TODAY NO ONE REALLY SEEMS TO CARE I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T CARE I DON'T CARE EVERYONE IS SO FULL OF SHIT BORN AND RAISED BY HYPROCRITES HEARTS RECYCLED BUT NEVER SAVED FROM THE CRADLE ALWAYS TO THE GRAVE WE ARE THE KIDS OF WAR AND PEACE FROM ANAHEIM TO THE MIDDLE EAST WE ARE THE STORIES AND DSICIPLES OF THE JESUS OF SUBURBIA LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE AND THAT DON'T BELIEVE IN ME LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE AND I DON'T BELIEVE I DON'T CARE I DON'T CARE DEARLY BELOVED ARE YOU LISTENING I CAN'T REMEMBER A WORD THAT YOU WERE SAYING ARE WE DEMENTED OR AM I DISTURBED? THE SPACE THAT'S IN BETWEEN INSANE AND INSECURE OH THERAPY CAN YOU PLEASE FILL THE VOID AM I RETARDED OR AM I JUST OVERJOYED NOBODY'S PERFECT AND I STAND ACCUSED FOR LACK OF A BETTER WORD AND THAT'S MY BEST EXCUSE TO LIVE AND NOT TO BREATHE IS TO DIE IN TRAGEDY TO RUN TO RUN AWAY TO FIND WHAT YOU BELIEVE THIS HURRICANE OF FUCKING LIES I LOST MY FAITH DUE TO THIS THIS TOWN THAT DON'T EXIST SO I RUN I RUN AWAY THE LIGHT OF MASOCHIST AND I LEAVE BEHIND THIS HURRICAN OF FUCKING LIES AND I WALKED THIS LINE A MILLION AND ONE FUCKING TIMES BUT NOT THIS TIME I DON'T FEEL ANY SHAME I WON'T APOLOGIZE WHEN THERE AIN'T NOWHERE YOU CAN GO RUNNING AWAY FROM PAIN WHEN YOU'VE BEEN VICTIMIZED TALES FROM ANOTHER BROKEN HOME YOU'RE LEAVING YOU'RE LEAVING YOU'RE LEAVING AH YOU'RE LEAVING HOME