Hockeymask - I'm empty, all I do is drink excessively to the point it's hard for my brain to retain memory. Forget everything, just get a drink. I never think; 'cause everything depresses me. I don't care about anything just need a series of girls to endlessly pleasure me, in a constant fuck-fest of rough sex buying booze for girls that ain't even 21 yet. Probably got aids but I never got the blood test, I don't care either way I could give a fuck less. Life is orderless, Kind of bored of it, wish my doctor was more like Kevorkian. Pass the pills, I don't wanna have to feel constantly contemplate suicide - but lack the will Taking shots gazing off looking dazed and lost, Something must've derailed my train of thoughts. Agoraphobic introvert - I'm a nervous wreck Clean cut but creepy as fuck like Herbert West Poppin' percocets, not concerned with death, the brain damage I've acquired has all been permanent. Wallow in worthlessness and dirty sex with teenage girls with perfect sets of perky breasts I came to the conclusion that this life just didn't matter & started slowly killing myself in tiny different patterns. Konsept - Mentally damaged, socially challenged corroded my intestines ingesting dope by the gallons. Wrestle around in this head that's never been balanced Getting head from a chick that said sex is her only talent. I wouldn't doubt it, I stay surrounded by idiots interested in nothing but fucking sucking and sniffing shit. This is it, there ain't nothing more to this life your born with addictive traits then you suffer from them and die. My eyes reflections the naked body of lillith embracing satan and saying the spell that probably killed us Father rebuild us, look at your flock of children we're nothing but talking monkeys and junkies who never feel when... Enough's enough, fuck it, who gives a fuck if I overdose on this oxy it's awesome - I've given up. Tipping the cup as I drink of the precious blood My sins were never forgiven - my definition of love.

Hockeymask - She looked like an angel, I could tell she wasn't Fell in love with how she's opposite of well adjusted Self destructive, looked in the mirror and felt disgusted Need another seroquel to function. Misery loves company - I'm as sad as you Let's see if we can turn eachothers' scars back to wounds Human flesh is a trap for our tortured spirits, Being whores that share it only makes it more apparent This life isn't for us - it's such a chore to bare it. We just wanna use drugs that distort awareness. We were born to perish, so bored and careless, we go hand in hand like divorce and marriage. Take perscription meds while we're laying in her bed She gives me head while we're listening to Christian Death. Pull down the sheets and take off your clothes Get out of bed, I'm so tired Konsept - Haunted by the scenes in these scripts that I have written David lynch is RJ Whittacker and god is always missing Swallowed by the fiction that is realer then my faith Met an angel in Los Angeles and watched her fall from grace Haunted by her face, fire in her eyes You can take a person's soul but desire never dies Silencing the cry voices opened up the sky Lucy must've lost her diamonds when she found she couldn't fly Now it's her and I, chemicals between us seem to sing a lovely lullaby - you know that won't redeem us Hoping she's anemic with a lust for kitchen cutlery and acts like Sharon Tate on August 8th when she is fucking me Functioning on levels only devil's wanna play within Pray to satan baby and one day you'll get to lay with him Takin in these toxins as I watch you lose your faith Dancing naked with that angel that is known to change his shape

Konsept - Guided by shadows, my body limp in the stall Am I dead or just dreaming seeing my life from the sight of god? The void's been entered tibetan scriptures unnoticed just floating through hell on earth through the curse of chemical doses. Numb to emotion I'm jaded beyond salvation, degraded faded and hating the face of these mental patients. Mentally vacant for centuries I've been chained to this worthless body of bones in a state of morbid decay. Hearing her say that she never loved me repeatedly playing this broken record and swallowing what she's feeding me. I taste the hatred like vinegar in my chiva and see her face in the static that gathers thru my receiver. Hiding beneath the appearance of barely functioning punching holes in the wall until my fists are bloody and crumbling. Stumble thru life with no angels over my shoulders just apparitions that whisper "The end is constantly closer..." Lost in the notes of depressive psycho-analysis Auto-biodegradable flesh that's covered in calluses. Wandering houses still haunted by her familiar I feel the chill in the air but I can't explain why I killed her. Still burning candles and laughing at my reflection My sociopathic mind can't be cured by anti-depressants. If life's a test then I failed the finals, no question My suicide wasn't planned but I pulled it off with perfection. Hockeymask - So depressed, all I ever do is go to bed, wake up in a bad mood 'cause I overslept, no way to cope with stress, so cold and tense, hopeless mess, need support but there's noone left. My soul is dead, I'm emotionless, alcohol and opiates are my only friends. I don't feel alive, it's hard to really try, I should probably get abilify pills perscribed. Can't tell the difference between dreams and what's really life, it all seems like scenes from vanilla sky. The guilt we hide always kills the pride, the look she had in her willing eyes is still inside my filthy mind. This nightmare feels like an eternity, trying to get my mind clear is still of no concern to me. I don't even think that therapy would really help, I just talked to my ex-girlfriend and she told me to go kill myself.