you called for the evil rock machine? it bursts into your place to let off steam. I´m sorry. how should you know? we sold our souls for rock and roll. yeah baby. our sweat may ruin your make up. but that blood sprinkled shirt looks really good on you. you can say that sounds cliché. after all you are smart. tattoed punk on your heart. this is your own parade. fuck your computer. let integrity fade. you can dress up just as you like. fashion over content. believe the hype. we would sing if hardcore were all the same to us. if there was a meaning after all. has it become obsolete? are the things that meant so much to us just youthful nonsense? thank you so much for ruining it all with your cheap charades. it´s disgusting.
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