You might think youve peeped the scene,
You havent, the real ones far too mean,
The watered down one, the one you know,
Was made up centuries ago,
They made it sound wack and corny,
Yes its awful, blasted boring,
Twisted fictions, sick addictions,
Well gather round children, zip it, listen.
as i walk bloodied staring blankly into a bruised sky, i fall to my knees, my eyes calmly roll back, and i die.