fiberglass skin rebellion irking its way into my blood stream, daring me to move with the crowded tellers. the killers screaming for blood and the protestors singing for something theyre scared to take themselves. deaf describing music to the blind, who tell me that Matisse painted only dogs at card tables. im scrawling my sign now and it says to fucking hell with you! start our own religions, church and states of disbelief, and we will worship soap bars and candy corn. did you know i can sing in the key of A minor? Beethoven couldnt even hear his own symphonies yet some how he out did us all, arent you ashamed for being anything less you idiots. just let it burn. when theres no meaning in your symbols theyre only squiggle lines and those colors are brown since theyre running so fucking fast. i believe in sinister retaliation for crimes of violence against my family. i believe in second chances, and that reincarnation well judges all you undecided masses. foreget my name, because this will all go unnoticed once again.