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I'm one of those few weirdos who doesn't use Lich.
"When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist." - Dom Helder Camara
My 8values political quiz results
I am autistic.
Barba Roja
There are two kinds of people. People who like ZZ Top, and people who can't be trusted.Originally Posted by Kyulen
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The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane. ~ Marcus Aurelius“It's a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.”
― George Orwell, 1984
“The urge to shout filthy words at the top of his voice was as strong as ever.”
― George Orwell, 1984
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ZZ Top - Sharp Dressed Man
You had better pay your guild dues before you forget. You are 113 months behind.
Barba Roja
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Metal Church - In Harm's Way
You had better pay your guild dues before you forget. You are 113 months behind.
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Brave Arrows - Low Born
You had better pay your guild dues before you forget. You are 113 months behind.
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I'm one of those few weirdos who doesn't use Lich.
"When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist." - Dom Helder Camara
My 8values political quiz results
I am autistic.
Barba Roja
We didn't live (We didn't live)
We only existed
Undo the worker (Undo the worker)
The corporate vice turned inside out
Exposed for what it truly is
The horizon has just met the sun
The days and night have folded into one
Over and over
Day in, day out
Monotonous drought
The sights and sounds are all the same
The smell of morning enters a declining brain
One more step out of this door
One more step to end this lifе
We feel no moreWe arе superior (Rinse, repeat)
Drench yourself in our word (Rinse, repeat)
Keep your eyes to the floor
Follow the repressive maze
Keep your eyes to the floor
A city built on pain
Drench yourself in our ideas
Over and over
Day in, day out
Monotonous drought
We didn't live
We only existed
Top of the morning to you
Keep your eyes to the floor
Follow the dotted lines
A maze created for productivity
For us, for them
A city built on your pain
Cranes hanging your lifeless bodies
The colors painting the canvas
Of our ancestors
A city built on your pain
Cranes hanging your lifeless bodies
A city built on your pain
Cranes hanging your lifeless bodies
The colors painting the canvas
Of our ancestors
The colors painting the canvas
Of our ancestors
Lost invitation
The sights and sounds are all the same
The smell of morning enters a declining brain
Color the city of hurt
We creak and sway with every turn
The shouting minds whisper
Don't sit long
Old habits turn the line of the vultures
Looking to collapse the position
Peaking through, year after year
They see your only weakness
And today they will start their feast
Their feast
A city built on your loss
Obsessive to the point of panic
You pushed your lifeline away
Drift off into other lives
A lost memory
A city built on your loss
Obsessive to the point of panic
You pushed your lifeline away
Drift off into other lives
The city, they shine their production
We've followed a contorted maze
Stacking the kingdom in rubble
Choking our failures again and again and again
Age defeats, age defiles
Your last breath tastes so sweet
We are not meant to survive here
We must move along
Calling unto our dwellings
We rot alone
We rot alone
We rot alone
We rot alone
Age defeats, age defiles
Your last breath tastes so sweet
We are not meant to survive here
We must move along
Calling unto our dwellings
Over and over
Day in, day out
Monotonous drought
We didn't live
We only existed
Over and over
Day in, day out
Monotonous drought
We didn't live
We only existed
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