Nick tried joyriding once. He stole a car when he was 17. He didn't drive it into a shop. He just sort of rolled down the street, didn't get very far. He was a stunted joyrider. I think he fell asleep, drunk, at the wheel.
Richey -91From the age of ten I was very much isolated as an individual, entirely self- sufficient. I live from day to day. Sean -96 In the past we would follow Nick on how the band looked. Like, the army stuff, that was just what Nick was wearing. The only time I felt uncomfortable was at the start, when there was all the androgyny. I just didn't have the bone structure, did I? James -97 We like to threaten people sexually. Especially males. Nicky -93 |
You need your stars, even killers have prestige
Access to a living you will not see
24 boredom, I'm convicted instantly
Gorgeous poverty of created needs
Get some pain and I feel alive - born to end
Close my eyes overdose on hell - born to end
Get run over by no direction - born to end
Breathing dead and I'm born to end - born to end
Each day living out a lie
We are not your sinners
Between the billboard masturbation across highways of metallic isolation
there lies the deafening screaming of the millions wiping out the diseased pages
of apathy that bleed our innocence
Your pretty face offends
Because it's something real that I can't touch
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Ultimate nihilistic love
Don't wanna see your face
Don't wanna hear your words
Why don't you just FUCK OFF!!
You're gonna pay for my intelligence
There's nothing I wanna see
There's nowhere I wanna go
All I want to do is live
No matter how miserable it is
I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep
A memory fades to a, a pale landscape
You were an extinction, a desert heat
Outside open mouthed crowds
Pass each other as if they're drugged
Down pale corridors of routine
Where life falls unatoned
Nothing really makes me happy
Self-disgust is self-obsession
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
Someone somewhere soon will take care of you
I repent, I'm sorry, everything is falling apart
Houses as ruins and gardens as weeds
Why do anything when you can forget everything
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime,
Beauty is such a terrible thing
I'm sick of being sick
I'm tired of being tired
I'm bored of being bored
I'm happy being sad
Just time to leave it all behind
Memory has become pain
WHAT WOULD I GIVE JUST FOR ONE OF YOUR SMILES
FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF
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