Lost track of the times

When I felt the pain

But every time that I reached for the sky

I felt a rush of blood in my veins

And the wheels turned inside my brain

They ain't takin' over, over

I'm fighting the lows

That creep in my mind

I try to remember that life is a ride

Down one minute next one your high

Like a wave crashing into the night

They ain't takin' over

I know I've been here before

I'm not going down in this storm

So long, farewell to my darkest days

Listen to me now as I wash away my fears

They ain't taking over

They ain't taking over

They ain't taking over me

Lock away my demons, demons

Chains off, and now I'm dreaming

I'm pretty sure WE are under the ice in Antarctica.

The "elites" obsession with HOOKS

How do you catch a fish? With a hook.

It's all a big satanic joke.

In reality we are magic fish who got trapped in some vr experience as humans and NPCs became "elites" because we all forgot who we are.

Never thought I'd be typing out that last sentence.

Jewmanji

Double hooks. Fish hooks.

Italy

Pizza

Pizza sauce

Red sauce

Blood

They are drug addicts but that's not the main issue. They NEED our blood.

They NEEDED to keep us trapped and asleep forever to feed off us like the parasites they are. Whoops. Pretty soon these child raping morons won't exist.

We are eternal with a badass creator.

We good y'all.

Obviously shits gonna get pretty weird and dark here for a minute. But then we're good.

Cris Angel mindfreaked but in a good way.

Our blood = awesome sauce

>>8651312

I'd be scared too if I wasn't going to exist in a hot minute. Go set some kids on fire.

Tick Tock