Boredom is a killer, i swear!

It makes us think of things we never really take time to consider, and randomness takes over. It brings out the lighter side of us as 90% of the time all we do is sit and ponder what to do. Now that thought brings silence, and silence is bliss. therefore bliss (being the lighter side) is tragically wrong.

Life is for living how you want it to be, being as loud as the other fucker in the room. Lets face it, a good game of "bogies" in the middle of a library is fun. But being loud in the library is highly disrespectful and will eventually lead to you being asked to leave.

Upon doing so you'll embark on a journey through some dark woods with 4 or 5 friends, to which makes your boredom ever so more....... boring

And the way todays society works, with all the idiots running the world, You'll end up bumping into a random group of random minded people who think they have the fucking right to look down on us, for being different, for being unique. Now theres two scenarios here. 1) you let them beat you to death or 2) you beat them to death and rot in prison for self defence.

Either way we lose. whether in the wrong or in the right. Its those unique folk who suffer. I say that being different makes you better than the rest. It means you've got more courage to show who you are, and who you want to be. I'd rather be courageous than a sheep following todays majority.

Fuck the world, let it be against me. I love me, and thats all i need

There, rant over! Told you boredom is a killer

Let me leave you with a few words from an idol of mine Corey Taylor.

"What a skeletal wreck of man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tones
Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free in the clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundrymat to sift and focus
On the bigger...better...now...

We all have a little sin that...

Boredom is a killer, i swear!

It makes us think of things we never really take time to consider, and randomness takes over. It brings out the lighter side of us as 90% of the time all we do is sit and ponder what to do. Now that thought brings silence, and silence is bliss. therefore bliss (being the lighter side) is tragically wrong.

Life is for living how you want it to be, being as loud as the other fucker in the room. Lets face it, a good game of "bogies" in the middle of a library is fun. But being loud in the library is highly disrespectful and will eventually lead to you being asked to leave.

Upon doing so you'll embark on a journey through some dark woods with 4 or 5 friends, to which makes your boredom ever so more....... boring

And the way todays society works, with all the idiots running the world, You'll end up bumping into a random group of random minded people who think they have the fucking right to look down on us, for being different, for being unique. Now theres two scenarios here. 1) you let them beat you to death or 2) you beat them to death and rot in prison for self defence.

Either way we lose. whether in the wrong or in the right. Its those unique folk who suffer. I say that being different makes you better than the rest. It means you've got more courage to show who you are, and who you want to be. I'd rather be courageous than a sheep following todays majority.

Fuck the world, let it be against me. I love me, and thats all i need

There, rant over! Told you boredom is a killer

Let me leave you with a few words from an idol of mine Corey Taylor.

"What a skeletal wreck of man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tones
Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free in the clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundrymat to sift and focus
On the bigger...better...now...

We all have a little sin that needs venting
Virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems that riff from the branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose? or purposely serve?

Wind down inside adivistic galore
The value of a summer spent and a winter earned

For the rest of us there is always sunday
The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breaths
So we can wade naked into the bloody pool
And place our hand on the big black book
To watch the knives zig zag between our aching fingers

A vacation is a countdown
T-minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugarcube and hope you get a taste

Say, youre me and Im you and they all watch the things we do
And like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs
Havent felt like this in years
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
Let me go and plundge me into the dead spot again

Thats where you go when theres no one else around
Its just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?

Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with there thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger

Government is another way to say...better...than...you...

Its like ice but no pick, a murder charge that wont stick
Its like a whole other world where you can smell the food but you cant touch the silverware...what luck
Fascism you can vote for...isnt that sweet

And were all gonna die some day, cause thats the american way
And Ive drunk to much and said to little
When your gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer, say a phrase, get yourself together and...See whats happening

Remember..
Youre a wreck
An accident, forget the freak youre just nature
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean, shit snort and blaspheme
Let the heads cool and the engine run
Because in then end everything we do...
Is just everything weve done"

Chris