I hate this fucking place. I fucking hate all those fuckerz who think working a 8 to 5 job for the rest of their life till 50, swamped in having to pay bills, stuck in the rut trying to make ends meat, or even if theyre rich as fuck, fuck them for one, and fuck the debts theyre going to incure in life. fuck this damn government and ANY government or system that tells another man what to do, not just once but twice, 3 times, a million times. fuck the society that i was raised in. fuck this damn fucking city and everyone in it. fuck the nation. fuck the people that run it that believe they have a reason to tell me what to do. fuck you. fuck you for thinkin you can charge me to eat, to feed my family, fuck you for thinking you can send my people and my family to institutions for trying to live a life of individuality. fuck you for taking my friends off to those same institutions all because they hopped onto a train and took off, off onto a life of freedom (or whatever u like), a life your prolly jealous of because you cant fucking do it yourself? your sick of the same government. Everyones sick of this life. this place. at least many americans. but u all ignore it and keep runnin around like the governments puppets
oh you puppets you.
you fuckers just think that if you pretend like nothing is really happening, then everyone will be happy. but im not. im sick of this this. ive stayed behind in the city for a year about now for the wishes of other people and selfish bullshit. and every damn day is a fight to stay alive in this place. is a fight to stay outta fuckin trouble. maybe the average citizen doesnt have this much trouble. but when your so pissed off at the world to the point of tears and pure anger and hatred and rage, and you just wanna be left alone and live off the grid, and be left alone, to myself, solitary, solitude, alone. i cant do this though, because people wont let me? why not? i try and leave and go do my own thing in life, this thing called life, if you can truly call it that? but no its such an evil wrong absurd crazy dumb thing to try and literally shake off the chains of the oppressors. im so stupid for trying to live like i do. but hey, im sick of living like the fuckerz that live in cities. small towns. watever.
im sick of that shit. sick of waking up wondering about where im gonna get the money to do this and that. to put a roof over my head that i dont even want. i dont want a roof. i want the fucking stars man! the sky! the sunsets! do u people ever see that shit? all alone out on the road, or some seaside cliff? u fuckers ever see that shit? it changes people. moves you. to a place where words dont do what theyre ment to do anymore.
not just that. i dont like the tv. i can even crack the window open on a nice day because u gotta watch ur damn tvs and put a fan in the window? and u know i gotta pay bills? wtf? AR U RETARDED? u bitch at me saying we needa save energy, yet u cant make sense of the words ur saying?
u just leave shit on and running 24 fucking 7. sorry people. this kid is fuckin pissed off. im ragin bromatoes. im so fuckin sick of livin next to I-35. its right there. 5 times i tried leavin on it but i came back for u. i came back for u and weve gone through hell together. wtf. its right there. about 500 ft from my doorstep. but everytime i get a backpack u go crazy and tear that shit up. u make me go so insane. but i tore up your cigerettes. >
i wish we never met. sometimes.
if i leave i give u up. DAMN. that shit would and will if i do in fact leave be hard. man im so sick of this life though. when i have a job or when i dont this life sucks. i long for and yearn for my former life. livin in the woods, sleepin at truckstops, or out in the countryside.
i do not have another year in me, you gotta set me free.
oh you puppets you.
you fuckers just think that if you pretend like nothing is really happening, then everyone will be happy. but im not. im sick of this this. ive stayed behind in the city for a year about now for the wishes of other people and selfish bullshit. and every damn day is a fight to stay alive in this place. is a fight to stay outta fuckin trouble. maybe the average citizen doesnt have this much trouble. but when your so pissed off at the world to the point of tears and pure anger and hatred and rage, and you just wanna be left alone and live off the grid, and be left alone, to myself, solitary, solitude, alone. i cant do this though, because people wont let me? why not? i try and leave and go do my own thing in life, this thing called life, if you can truly call it that? but no its such an evil wrong absurd crazy dumb thing to try and literally shake off the chains of the oppressors. im so stupid for trying to live like i do. but hey, im sick of living like the fuckerz that live in cities. small towns. watever.
im sick of that shit. sick of waking up wondering about where im gonna get the money to do this and that. to put a roof over my head that i dont even want. i dont want a roof. i want the fucking stars man! the sky! the sunsets! do u people ever see that shit? all alone out on the road, or some seaside cliff? u fuckers ever see that shit? it changes people. moves you. to a place where words dont do what theyre ment to do anymore.
not just that. i dont like the tv. i can even crack the window open on a nice day because u gotta watch ur damn tvs and put a fan in the window? and u know i gotta pay bills? wtf? AR U RETARDED? u bitch at me saying we needa save energy, yet u cant make sense of the words ur saying?
u just leave shit on and running 24 fucking 7. sorry people. this kid is fuckin pissed off. im ragin bromatoes. im so fuckin sick of livin next to I-35. its right there. 5 times i tried leavin on it but i came back for u. i came back for u and weve gone through hell together. wtf. its right there. about 500 ft from my doorstep. but everytime i get a backpack u go crazy and tear that shit up. u make me go so insane. but i tore up your cigerettes. >
i wish we never met. sometimes.
if i leave i give u up. DAMN. that shit would and will if i do in fact leave be hard. man im so sick of this life though. when i have a job or when i dont this life sucks. i long for and yearn for my former life. livin in the woods, sleepin at truckstops, or out in the countryside.
i do not have another year in me, you gotta set me free.