The Lie Of Freedom
Have you ever met someone

and you hope they hate you? I’m a fucked up dude. 

Four o’clock in the afternoon 
and I didn’t feel like very much. 
I said to myself, “Where are you golden boy, 
where is your famous golden touch?” 
I thought you knew where 
all of the elephants lie down, 
I thought you were the crown prince 
of all the wheels in Ivory Town. 
Just take a look at your body now, 
there’s nothing much to save 
and a bitter voice in the mirror cries, 
"Hey, Prince, you need a shave." 
Now if you can manage to get 
your trembling fingers to behave, 
why don’t you try unwrapping 
a stainless steel razor blade? 
That’s right, it’s come to this, 
yes it’s come to this, 
and wasn’t it a long way down, 
wasn’t it a strange way down? 
There’s no hot water 
and the cold is running thin. 
Well, what do you expect from 
the kind of places you’ve been living in? 
Don’t drink from that cup, 
it’s all caked and cracked along the rim. 
That’s not the electric light, my friend, 
that is your vision growing dim. 
Cover up your face with soap, there, 
now you’re Santa Claus. 
And you’ve got a gift for anyone 
who will give you his applause. 
I thought you were a racing man, 
ah, but you couldn’t take the pace. 
That’s a funeral in the mirror 
and it’s stopping at your face. 
That’s right, it’s come to this, 
yes it’s come to this, 
and wasn’t it a long way down, 
ah wasn’t it a strange way down? 

Once there was a path 
and a girl with chestnut hair, 
and you passed the summers 
picking all of the berries that grew there; 
there were times she was a woman, 
oh, there were times she was just a child, 
and you held her in the shadows 
where the raspberries grow wild. 
And you climbed the twilight mountains 
and you sang about the view, 
and everywhere that you wandered 
love seemed to go along with you. 
That’s a hard one to remember, 
yes it makes you clench your fist. 
And then the veins stand out like highways, 
all along your wrist. 
And yes it’s come to this, 
it’s come to this, 
and wasn’t it a long way down, 
wasn’t it a strange way down? 

You can still find a job, 
go out and talk to a friend. 
On the back of every magazine 
there are those coupons you can send. 
Why don’t you join the Rosicrucians, 
they can give you back your hope, 
you can find your love with diagrams 
on a plain brown envelope. 
But you’ve used up all your coupons 
except the one that seems 
to be written on your wrist 
along with several thousand dreams. 
Now Santa Claus comes forward, 
that’s a razor in his mit; 
and he puts on his dark glasses 
and he shows you where to hit; 
and then the cameras pan, 
the stand in stunt man, 
dress rehearsal rag, 
it’s just the dress rehearsal rag, 
you know this dress rehearsal rag, 
it’s just a dress rehearsal rag.

Converge

Absurdly overrated. 

Meat-eaters are just plain unattractive.

virulentflowers:

So the new Die Antwoord video seriously has Yo-Landi in full blackface and throwing around racial slurs like she’s not a whitey standing on colonized land. Super “freaky,” right?

It’s disheartening how queers will back straight, white artists as long as they present some…

This music also really sucks. So tack that on to their blatant racism. 

Latest installment of “Why I’ll Probably Never Date Anyone”

I don’t drink and I don’t smoke.

Oh sweet, same here. 

If you plan on messaging me, you shouldn’t either, unless you drink occasionally and are in 100% control of it.

Sounds good, I feel the same way about drug and alcohol use. I’m interested.

(Also I eat animals, and love it.)

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Pop Punk

is awful and always has been. 

I love this man. Never cared at all about what people wanted to hear and always writes straight from his heart. An artist in every sense of the word, and an underrated one at that. A master of sound, a killer guitarist, a fantastic vocalist and from what I can gather from interviews and fellow fans who have met him, a hell of a guy. He’s one of my inspirations not only in my own music but in my life overall. Just do what feels right, and whoever is down with that will listen. Devin Townsend, you are the man. 

I love this man. Never cared at all about what people wanted to hear and always writes straight from his heart. An artist in every sense of the word, and an underrated one at that. A master of sound, a killer guitarist, a fantastic vocalist and from what I can gather from interviews and fellow fans who have met him, a hell of a guy. He’s one of my inspirations not only in my own music but in my life overall. Just do what feels right, and whoever is down with that will listen. Devin Townsend, you are the man. 

Meat eater logic 101

"Animals are dumb and humans are smart so we get to eat them"

Well buddy, according to my last IQ test, there’s only a 5% chance that you’re smarter than me, so I guess I get to eat you? 

Help me understand Morrissey worship

Because I just don’t get it. I actually dig on The Smiths too, I think Morrissey is just fine, but the whole thing with grown people wanting to kiss him on the lips and the constant Morrissey posts and tattoos and references I just don’t understand it. And I want to understand. So please. If you consider yourself a big time Morrissey fan, reply to this and let me know.