And you’re stuck like a hook through the roof of your mouthTired of living for your sick daysEvery day makes you sickTired of living just get paidWhen you’re dying to livebut you can’t
Work
Who will read these poems when the people are gone?
Poetry, Existence
Hardcore without punk isn't music, it's a genre of porn. And punk isn't a genre of music, it’s a thought process.
Music
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