A very good sunday school song
Go, tell it to the mountains
Over the sea and all the trees
Go, tell it to the mountains
That I'm growing up to be an asshole!
Who's the first to lift the burial shroud?
You dare?
I dare you
You no guts right?
No balls?
Ha. Don't have balls.
I ask you first
So I no need do.
Haha. Yay.
Whatever.
Spineless wuss.
Bastards and bitches (reprecussions of a badly planned suicide)
You are crime
They are the law
They are soulful
Of themselves
In mass debates
Of whether
You are innocent
But they are pure
Lesson learnt:
Plan your suicide well
Not suicides, note
Die on your first try
So that
You hang on their cross
You are their crime
You are crime
Not your own crime
But just, crime
You tell them you are jaded
Whatever that means
Sails under and over their arse
Yes
Many people have their arse on top these days
So why waste your time
Your words fade anyway
You're screaming at nothing
You're screaming at nothing
You stop screaming and the hurt's fading
You die fading and it stops hurting
Next lesson: Why be shy. Tell everyone you are stupid.
Chingay is so gay.