Terror lets no rival near the throne
Always roam the roads less travelled
Stand for nothing?
Narcissists? Arsenic wrapped in chocolate
Hype is all you need
We breath death into our emotions
Rage is our new norm
Promise the nothing and under deliver
Where reason holds no sway
This isn’t a rehearsal
Tabloid heroes tell no tales
You could and you should
Zero tolerance of ignorance
Love, Desire, Death
Dirty hands and dirty minds
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YOLO, so make it happen
In the pink
Mans bite is worse than his bark
Virtue signalling
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