fansong

you people out there give us something more than just record sales, you give us something to hate, and we hate you, you brainless mutants, hate, you hunched and blinded mutants, living in chat rooms, you masturbate on the sheets, your mothers clean for you, you have lined my pockets, overflowed with gold, you're living with your parents, and you're 35 years old, you're a bunch of banks, that i'd like to rob, you're my online cash transaction, you're my future stocks, transfer you like money, to a swiss account, spend you on an impulse buy, and zero you all out, hate, you sad and putrid losers, complaining on the couch, think you're fucking better than us?', you can't leave your house, deluded little maggots, fold your arms and frown, go to work and make me money, before i put you down, you're a bunch of banks, that i'd like to rob, you're my online cash transaction, you're my future stocks, transfer you like money, to a swiss account, spend you on an impulse buy, and zero you all out, hate, i would like to get some sleep, but you keep buying all our things, my overhead is way too deep, for us to not make all these things, it's way too cynical, you see?, hating what's supporting me, i am not you, i thank the gods, and if i were, i'd die like dogs, die, die!, you're a bunch of banks, that i'd like to rob, you're my online cash transaction, you're my future stocks, transfer you like money, to a swiss account, spend you an on impulse buy, and zero you all out, you're a credit card, that i will defile, every time i max you out, i get a thousand miles, you're a brand new car, that i do not need, wrap you round a telephone pole, shrug it off and leave, just follow me. down the elevator. through the gates. down the stairs. just keep on walking. through the hallway. now open the door.