>>8777123

But there is nowhere to go….

Lunatic Fringe

I know you're out there

You're in hiding

And you hold your meetings

I can hear you coming

And I know what you're after

We're wise to you this time

Let you kill the laughter

Uh huh

Uh huh

Uh huh

Lunatic fringe

In the twilight's last gleaming

This is open season

But you won't get too far

'Cause you gotta blame someone

For your own confusion

We're on guard this time

Against your final solution

Oh no

Uh huh

Uh huh

Uh huh

We can hear you comin'

No, you're not gonna win this time

(Not gonna win)

We can hear the footsteps

Way out along the walkway

(Out along the walkway)

Lunatic fringe

We all know you're out there

Can you feel the resistance

Can you feel the thunder, yeah

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Thomas William Cochrane

>>8777214

I would but me and I are in a fight, I’m on the couch.

>>8777307

It’s time to go home.

>>8777338

Your inbred retarded cowboy ethos is a stain on humanity, now do the right thing and apologize.

Now motherfucker.

5 minutes.

>>8777385

She’s not coming back, how could she ever forgive you? As the lonely days go on and on and the internal hatred festers, ask yourself one question, why did you do it?

Have another to dull the pain, escape the pitiful reality of your own existence, maybe tomorrow will be better, but it won’t be. Just another day of staring at those paneled walls, maybe wait until you have the first one, but why bother? “It’s noon somewhere” you say to yourself as your pour your first of the day. You sit down to spew garbage on your dusty laptop, the dishes are piling up, the dog needs to go out, the truck needs a starter. Things are piling up, so many empty hours alone, how many more?

It’s time to end the pain of your existence, it won’t be to bad, won’t feel again.

Just like going to sleep.

Sleep.