i wish to know the fatal flaw

​that makes you long to be magnificently cursed

I don’t like your little games

​don’t like your tilted stage,

the role you made me play - of the fool

I don’t like your perfect crime - how you laugh when you lie

The world moves on, another day, another drama

But not for me, all I think about is karma

One thing’s for sure

Maybe I got mine, but you’ll all get yours

you hate me

cause you hate yourself

you're the maggots in my meat

pee-yew, you smell

your sad life is never getting better

you make me sick

You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks

You fucking loser
Redmeat deadbeat, you fucking tumor
Can't believe I let your hands inside my bloomers
Better count your blessings, I got humour

Go find another bitch to hoover
Count the days until you lose her

на какъв се правиш

​знам ти мислите за мене,

с мене се преструваш, 

че уж флиртуваш,

а обичаш ме

happened stories

​happened stories are all alike, every unhappened story is unhappened in its own way.