Congrats dude.

I don't believe in colour. How can something like that be ral? Colour is a lie full of happiness. Contradictory colours don't collide, or tumble down like people. That doesn't make them unreal. Not necessarily. Or does it? Too many colours confuse my eyes. They burn, and I scream. Colour hurts me. R...

Am I that shallow to envy you? Your life just as bad as mine. But never do you complain and you tell me to stay sane. But is it possible? Maybe I'm not sane Always getting blamed. Maybe thats why I envy you. Is he that stupid to look up to you? Your wrong doings always explode in your face. But you ...

References:

Nazarene: Jesus Christ.

Talons: Something similar to an animals claw.

Wrest: To take away by force.

Askew: With disapproval, scorn, contempt, etc.

being revised.

Too drunk to sleep, and the heat of the house makes it harder. Painted red nails scratch the back until it is numb. Can't feel anything that is meant to be felt. Can't anyone tell when one is too drunk to be? Can't walk, talk, or see. Can't move at all. Too drunk to lift a head, and too drunk to bli...

Haha....Whats goin on man?

I actually know him. He's cool shit.

My best aspect lyrically is my vocabulary. I'm told it's pretty extensive and original.

I'm Double....A friend of PrecisE. Uhh....I'm 20 n live in a small ass town in Canada.

I'm not much of a rapper, but I write poetry n shit.

Anything ya wanna know, drop one.

You won't get suspended if you know how to communicate with the principal.

9 times out of ten it works with the cops too.

Haha....Thanks dude.

Grade 9-10 I was the punk/anarchist/drama kid/stoner/alcoholic/pill popper. You could never find me at school unless it was for drama because it was my only passion. When I was fifteen, I spit in the VP's face and we made a deal that she'd mark me present until i was sixteen, and on my sixteenth bir...

Crazy little girl, Go take your lithium. Deranged World, Nothing what it seems. Keep on druggin' in anonymous circles. Universal fake people Send lies shivering. Stared and lied at. How do you really feel? Hated? Tortured? Angered? Trashed? Trashed on lithium, vodka, and speed Wake up and smell the ...

It's something you can't see. Only me. Visions of myself, visions of you. We're all slowly dying. I'm dying to be a part of you, dying to see you. But it's just your vision overload. I'm just material wealth. In certain areas of the world. A distraught lover in the arms of you. Visions are always fr...