This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
To find the strength to carry on
You put the marks into your body
You talk at length how you're alone
And bitch at all the famous parties
Such of a vision of pure loneliness
What an image you profess
Don't you turn and walk away
'cause you're getting me depressed
In hopes you'll never be alone
You bore your cross around your body
It was in bad taste
Immolent and gaudy
Boy, are you familiar?
Your vision of the loneliness
Adds an image to the press
You turn and walk away 'cause you're happily depressed
Inventing your own love loss
You invent your own success
I'm giving you a name boy,
You're poor Role Martyr X
Your visions of the loneliness
Like the ones that predeceased
Return in other ways when you're pleasantly suppressed.
Unlimited in your loneliness
You're a ringer for success
I hope you find your pain,
our poor Role Martyr X
Get your gun!
Get it?
Get your gun!
Get it?
Get your gun!
Get it?
Get your gun!
And get away from me,
Go...
One takes one, get it?
One makes one,
Is it one hates one?
Is it, one eats one.
To think a way for me.
So were the visions of pure loneliness from an image on T.V.?
Don't turn and walk away,
boy, you're depressed so happily
Inventing your own love loss,
Envisioning success
I hope you die of pain, oh, poor Role Martyr X
In your envisionary loneliness
there’s a pattern that repeats;
I really hate to say this;
there’s a similarity.
pontificating loves lost,
He bitches when he’s blessed;
your living is in vain boy,
poor Role Martyr-X
Since I am the most humble
I am the most humble
I am the most humble man in the world
I am the most humble
I am the most humble
I am the most humble man in the world
You put the marks into your body
You talk at length how you're alone
And bitch at all the famous parties
Such of a vision of pure loneliness
What an image you profess
Don't you turn and walk away
'cause you're getting me depressed
In hopes you'll never be alone
You bore your cross around your body
It was in bad taste
Immolent and gaudy
Boy, are you familiar?
Your vision of the loneliness
Adds an image to the press
You turn and walk away 'cause you're happily depressed
Inventing your own love loss
You invent your own success
I'm giving you a name boy,
You're poor Role Martyr X
Your visions of the loneliness
Like the ones that predeceased
Return in other ways when you're pleasantly suppressed.
Unlimited in your loneliness
You're a ringer for success
I hope you find your pain,
our poor Role Martyr X
Get your gun!
Get it?
Get your gun!
Get it?
Get your gun!
Get it?
Get your gun!
And get away from me,
Go...
One takes one, get it?
One makes one,
Is it one hates one?
Is it, one eats one.
To think a way for me.
So were the visions of pure loneliness from an image on T.V.?
Don't turn and walk away,
boy, you're depressed so happily
Inventing your own love loss,
Envisioning success
I hope you die of pain, oh, poor Role Martyr X
In your envisionary loneliness
there’s a pattern that repeats;
I really hate to say this;
there’s a similarity.
pontificating loves lost,
He bitches when he’s blessed;
your living is in vain boy,
poor Role Martyr-X
Since I am the most humble
I am the most humble
I am the most humble man in the world
I am the most humble
I am the most humble
I am the most humble man in the world
Lyrics submitted by forever smacked, edited by Ezuro
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To find the strength to carry on, you put the marks into your body;
You talk at length how you’re alone, and bitch at all the famous parties;
Such a vision of pure loneliness! What an image you profess! Don’tcha turn and walk away, ‘cause, you’re getting me depressed.
In hopes you’d never be alone, you bore your cross around your body;
It was in bad taste, immolent and gaudy;
Boy, you, look familiar?
You’re a vision of the loneliness, add an image to the press; Ya turn and walk away, ‘cause you’re happily depressed; Inventing your own love loss, you invent your own success; I’m giving you a name boy, you’re poor Role Martyr-X;
You’re a vision of our loneliness, like the ones that predecessed; Return in other ways, when they’re pleasantly suppressed; Unlimited in lowliness, you’re a ringer for success; I hope you find your pain boy, our poor Role Martyr-X;
Get your gun, get it? Get your gun, get it! Get your gun, get it? Get your gun and get away from me! Go!
One takes one, get it? One makes one, Is it one hates one? Is it, one eats one? To make a way for me;
You are just like me, just get away from me, to make a way for me;
So were the visions of your loneliness, from an image on TV; Don’t turn and walk away, you’re depressed so happily; Inventing your own love lost, envisioning success; I hope you die of pain, our, poor Role Martyr-X;
In a visionarial loneliness, there’s a pattern that repeats; I really hate to say but, there’s a similarity; pontificating love’s lost, He bitches when he’s blessed; your living is in vain boy, our poor Role Martyr-X;
Since I am the most humble, I am the most humble, I am the most humble man in the world. I am the most humble, I am the most humble, I am the most humble man in the world.