from by Grower



Bring shock, bring awe, but say nothing new. Stick to your talking points and wait for your cues and shut your fucking mouth when I'm talking to you, because I want to get off on all the wide-eyed idiots looking up at me. I want to be the king of everything I see. If you're not saying it louder than everyone else, you might as well not speak at all, because it's all about the volume and not the fucking content. All blatant lies and half truths. All talking heads and refuse. Your mindless talk is dead. You talk and talk in circles, never get to the point. Regurgitate, reiterate. It all means nothing to me. Your words don't hold their fucking weight. Get out of my face.


from Hazel, released September 2, 2015



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