Hop, skip, jump, skate, slide, run, walk:






Whatever.

Just
Leave.

The fire in my eyes lies in the moonlight.
It's always high noon when the reaper creaps near.
Infuriating, the ignorance of americana's apathy.
So tonight will be something more vivid.
More... Human.

Or maybe just violent.
It's a fine line.

But,
Blood can't lie.
And those lips,
Hips,
Neck,
Eyes...

Well, they're just full of it.

So I warn you now
As no pretext to intimidation
The american male who can't embrace the simplicity and mediocrity
of money and pussy

Has nothing to lose.

Stand back; the waxing crowd of jack-in-the-box temptations.
To be human is to want.
To be American: To want for less.

But to be a man,
A real man:
You have to die for what you believe in,
Or live trying.