Hips. Lips. Tits. Guns. Survival of the fittest I say.
Violence turns me on. and I am a bit of a masochist. The trick is to learn how to use that pain to become stronger.
Pain put things into perspective. It teaches you. When you are out on a limb and hopeless- you learn. If youre smart- youll grow. Everyone knows what it is like to have nothing and I am no exception. For so long- I wanted to lay my wrath unto the world for all my imperfections and scars. Self destruction and unparalleled vengeance colored my bleak, vacant world. No amount of blood was ever be enough to satisfy me.
I still have a hunger for life that shakes me. But now, I am driven to surpass all these tedious obstacles. I no longer wear my pain- I use it. I will never give up.
Here is to no way out. Here is to not good enough. Here is to everyone that thought I would fail. I let it all go. No more being a victim.
Like a bed of roses, theres a dozen reason in this gun...