Lousy with Sylvianbriar

I do wrong, strictly speaking, just for myself Because it makes me feel like a real man To hold germane over my business And I refuse to be abused by the mill of blissful decay Besides, I'm used to all of my scruples deserting me Like they're wont to

You like to think that you can Live beyond good and evil Amputated from humanity On some lifelong intellectual retreat Everything is conceptual and All is rhetorical You can feel so powerful When you're forced to face the physical world You scurry li

There's a raindrop in my skull I'm too shaky now to get it out I guess it fell from some far away cloud Bloated with radiation Oh Some people are singing of the birth Of another soulless troll who strolled to the My guitar feels strange in my hands I