Shaunna Harper Shaunna Harper
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This sounds very 'metal'...I like.

Shaunna Harper Shaunna Harper
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First two lines here are epic. Love the way you casually slip in these great little lines, or quotes, whatever you want to call them. Some of 'em really stand out.

Julian Osterman Julian Osterman
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Ah yeah, it's definitely the individual lines I end up being proud of the most, as well as the work as a whole.

Shaunna Harper Shaunna Harper
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This sounds very 'metal'...I like.

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Let’s get fucked is my battlecry
Twenty-five and barely alive
Being dead is no way to end my life
Walking through memories
Clouded like a dream
Apathy metasisized. 1 comment



These hashtags that control your life
Some trade in for the hash pipe
Some cash in to retire early
But being calm
And composed
It never really suited me.


So allow me to make a cut real deep
“I’m the real deal, getting high on the kitchen scene”
Wrap your face in plastic and cover it with Vaseline
It may not
Be your home
But now it’s where we’re going.


Provide your past with a face.
Provide yourself with space
To commit those crimes of passion
Against your living space.


And if you find yourself fucking up again
Remind yourself you are your friend
Tell the right to lend the left a hand
And if you dare
To politicize
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Not looking forward to 2013
Couldn’t give a shit about this whole century
And if you ever find yourself lurking
In the closet
With the guns
Just remember that no one’s looking.


Provide your past with a face.
Provide yourself with space
To commit those crimes of passion
Against your living space.


Please, let me
Let you know to listen, dear.
Please, let me
Sleep off this anthem year.
Please, let me
Tell me how to behave, oh dear.
Please, let me
Fuck off and die in my mind until next year.


Let’s get fucked is my battlecry
Twenty-five and barely alive
Being dead is no way to end my life
Walking through memories
Clouded like a dream
Apathy metasisized. 1 comment


Not looking forward to 2013.


Can’t give a shit about this whole fucking century.


Not looking forward to 2013.


Not looking forward to 2013.


Not looking forward to 2013….


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