Who the fuck are we?
Sliding in and out of monster mode...
Are we killers and liars?
Blood on the hands and meat on the teeth mode..
Are we lost urban superheros?
I'm taking it all and sobbing it away everyb
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"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often." — Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)
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