you follow me on the fucking street, you make me feel like a piece of meat. you think i don’t know what war means. now i’m the terrorist, see how it feels. i’m going to kill you. i’ll cut you up, gouge out your eyes. i’m going to kill you. i’m not your prey, i’ll make you die.
This was my theme song in high school, when I was much more angry/cool/punk that I am now. I wish to aspire back to that level.
i love this album so much i got a fucking tattoo of it.