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Date Posted: 11:45:08 10/06/08 Mon
Author: dayvid Aimz
Subject: untitled

You call it a pretty antic is it that really
I'm really manic when I'm panic-free
How can it be?, this superhuman stamina
It underlies the man in me, get a camera
Flick as the slanderers slander me
Step into my play, don't leave
Its filled with Christian rock and OG's
Modern rock won't fulfill this degenerate's needs
So not only do I rage against the machine
I rage against, RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE
Whats a blaze of glory what about a blaze of flesh
Same as one of my pages when I'm angry
Blatantly refuse any courageous deaths
I'm angry as Muslims with braided beards
Still you'll never hear all my sacred swears
I recommend you just take a chair
Place it under your weighted rear

A sickly cunt, drinking a red bull
Listening to Icky Thump, lyrically
He's been really slumped, giddy
Hoping individuality does get me jumped
Who finished my Southern Comforts whiskey
I've got this genie but what do I really want
There is no country music just hilbilly/punk
I'm the craziest writer to have a major fit
Blessed with razor wit of my own palgiarists
I hate whatever can't be controlled
I hated Satan and myself till he bought my soul
Wasn't too upset with myself for doing wrong
I really wanted to know what took him so long
My turn to wear leather pants and dance off-beat
Grow up in suburbia and claim the Streets
Infantine and incomplete its bittersweet
Contradicting every word that I speak

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