You say that you love it so much. The words that they say and the music that they make. You’re just a fucking fake, so don’t think they’re yours. You cry to their songs, I cry tears of fucking hate because you don’t deserve to be touched with the message. It goes over your head. You say the world hates you. Well for the first time ever I can say you’re right.

Placing a claim on all their fame, they aren’t the sellouts you are. Thank you for killing something that was once beautiful.

To me you’re just a loser. Wanting all that my crew and I have. If we spat in your face you’d wipe it off and say “this is the next big thing”. It must really suck to be you, without your own thoughts and a fake soul. Was it worth it? If there is such a thing as another chance, in the next your own life.

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