some of tyler's garble
you think you figured it out?
life?
you don't know shit
i'll tell you
it's a cosmic fucking candid camera
happiness charges by the minute
contentment is just denial's clean blue jeans
the illusion of assurance
hallucinations of love
life is road warrior without the dog or the cool shotgun
get dressed kids, it's time to go drink some blood
chant with me, chant with me, let us in
what about me? ... nevermind
there is no haven here
recline in your sealy posturpedic, old man
drinking your warm milk and playing mortal kombat
till the raging crowd in your living room screams
"finish him". Matt @ 6:34 PM