Tony 23 Misfits/Samhain/Danzig horror movies, comics, video games and nature stuff.
And I’d like to be a big ball of meat
That bees can buzz all around and eat when I die
So I might be granted one sense of purpose
There’s a hole in your mind where nothing exists
Except fear and loathing of the strange but true facts that defy your inner intelligence
Like man kills himself for something to do
Hey, but I ain’t no saint sent down to save you
If you struggle and fight, you just may get out too.
Problems are all I create.
I live in four month mistakes.
So can we leave today and start the next mistake?
Or are we fucked this time?
Can we not go away?