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This is the breakdown of your sim city civilization, snapping your perception with a twisted metal sensation/ This isn't the second coming, more like the second creation/ The devil may cry through the worlds immolation, as the ashes fall to their final destination/ There will be no indication to this fables reinstigation/ The mass effect may be another world ending demonstration/ How does it feel to be left for dead on a lost planet/ I stand on its silent hills, my violent will becoming manic/   Through the darkness i hear your panic/   Feeling almost too human with my fatal frame apon the mirrors edge/ I leave my given name upon you

Me and my brothers will topple your nation/ Cuz this is it! The robotic conspiracy/ I look at America and see lost opportunity/ It's hard to think positively in a world run by rotting meat/ A war with verbal IBM's will cause a fatality/ It's time to take a stand, make a vision reality/ Day-by-day we get a larger petition/ Topple the structure, that is our mission/ Never let them tell you what life to live/ And if you get caught just remember/ Never forgive, and never surrender/ Your chance against us is that of a snowball in hell/ We'll bomb your funeral with artillery shells/ And human skulls will accumulate where the artiller

What is normality? It is the idea that takes our lives, our souls, our minds, our sanity, and corrupts them, making us belive that normality is an inevitability, but this is not true! This fact is now false! Normality is an ilusion making the mass hysteric world belive it is sane, and those who realize this are either insane or silent! Those who see the world's insanity cause themselves to adapt or reject! Accept or decline, the moral values of the "sane" and create their own, as well as their own version of normality. and thus the process repeats. ~only those who reject the boundries of sanity and the shackles of normality are trule

Noise pounding in my ears, Noise from the shit spreading like filth within my thoughts. Thoughts expressed and recycled untill believed true, like the thoughts of a young girl seeing, hearing, and believing the annerexic steriotype of beauty. Thoughts giving birth to dreams, dreams corrupted by the filth spread by noise. My mind pale from darkness caused by boredom, no dreams to give it light. Listening to the shit feels like walking on broken glass falling from the ceiling, like the sky falling in a childrens story, hitting the ground with a crash and shatter. While its crying and bleeding, we watch as it drains then we kick it again a

Swimming in a sea of thoughts, no land in sight. Out of the darkness, contrast shines through with lovable irony. Beautiful nightmares, gray dreams. Healing fires, Burning water. Colors flowing into my mind, like a tidal wave through a small funnel. One wrong thought and I'll sink again. I'll take the world down with me into this sea of bittersweet sleep when I go.