Scream and whine and moan, You're never going home, Everyone you knew was dead long ago, Laugh and shout, It's all about, What I can give you if you give me your soul, I'll give you cash, I'll give you girls, I'll give you anything your heart desires, I'll give you hate, I'll give you pain, I'll give you what you wake up screaming about, Fear is bottled, and shipped, Through my and my constituants, Fear of rejection, fear of heights, Fear of things that inhabit the night, Give me you mind, and laugh child, As I bring you everything you feared, As I bring you everything you've desires, As I take away anything that could've left you human
Reason for writing:
Britney Spears. I hate her, and I hate pop culture. This, to me, is the very blue print of World Pop Culture. I'm not a big fan.
Birth sign: Taurus
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