Tired of You

My circuits are friend and my battery's drained
the error codes flashing burn a hole in my brain
who knew that humans could be so inhumane
sometimes I cant tell if I'm I'm Abel or Cain

all my anxieties eviscerate me
I'm not the person they told me I could be
underachiever to the finest degree 
My friends are fading further away
But I'm far too conceited to beg them to stay
even if they leave I know I will be ok

cause my imageboard friends 
they keep me company
they help me pretend
that I have somebody
lurking again
don't forget that you're here forever
and even though it could be better
at least were all stuck here together

scrolling through threads
I feel accompanied 
but its all in my head
yeah its all in my head
night after night
reply after reply
man I'm so tired
Always so tired

but my imageboard friends
they keep me company
they help me pretend
that I have somebody who gets me
lurking again
don't forget that you're here forever
and even though it could be better
at least I'm stuck in here together with my imageboard friends

Imageboard Friends

Betelgeus

You said you're gonna smash the industry
You believe in fairy tales and fantasy
You're lost in your asshole
You suck and you swallow
You rhyme note by note with a song somebody else wrote

You're too short
And you're ugly
You're on drugs
You're unfunny
You're too weird
And you can't sing
You can't write
You're annoying

You traced your music
I can't believe you're that stupid
You traced your music
I can't believe you're that stupid

You wore a leather jacket, smoked a cigarette
I guess for some reason that means punk's not dead
You're lost in your asshole
You suck and you swallow
You rhyme note by note with a song somebody else wrote

You're too short
And you're ugly
You're on drugs
You're unfunny
You're too weird
And you can't sing
You can't write
You're annoying

You traced your music
I can't believe you're that stupid
You traced your music
I can't believe you're that stupid

I Can't Believe You're That Stupid

art by: nostalgist 

lyrics:

throwing up everything I dreamed of one day

lying on a corner

all i have are two cigarettes in my pocket

the smell of beer rising from the back of my throat

a gun pointing at my head
goodbye

two cigarettes in my pocket

Goodbye

Mr. Brightside

Cops Beating Down On Hippie Scum At The 1968 Democratic National Convention

Mkultra Support Group

i was raised by a place
ive been on since i was eight
or maybe 9, the internet,
sat online, on the world wide web

everything i've ever seen
ever learnt, its from a screen
and who i am today
was influenced by the way
i was raised on the World Wide Web
raised by the Internet

raised by the World Wide Web
don't have any real life friends
mind melted by the internet
World Wide Web

i was raised online
i was raised online
maybe that is why
i came out behind
all the other kids
all cause i had unrestricted
access to the internet

knowledge at my fingertips
and everything that any kid
really shouldn't be seeing when
he's browsing at the age of ten
terrorist beheadings
and anything with death in it
propaganda, fucking goatse
i came out so fucking lonely

raised by the World Wide Web
im anxious with every breath
cause i was raised by the world wide web
World Wide Web

Mkultra Support Group

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