|You know you can't spell slaughter...
Would it be insane
That I'm like this because of the pain
Why am I the sinner
When their souls are so bitter
How can a world unite in peace
When it's in pieces
There final lies
Is when humanity finally dies
Hate = block
Status: Broken, Lonely, Depressed.
Panic! At the disco, get scared, twenty one pilots and pierce the veil are life