Troo_
Last troocel standing
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I hate the way it makes me feel; the way it invokes all types of emotions.
It’s dangerous.
It makes me wander through my imagination, then the tune stops and snaps me back to this cruel life. Oh, my cruel, cruel, good for nothing, troocel life.
It calls upon my eyes to let drop their tears to the depressing melody as I’m flashing through my haunting past.
Then, the sudden kick in mood. Ruthlessness, violence, anger brews up to the menacing lyrics crawling into my ears.
Satan orchestrates it all—dictating every note, lyric, and composition, keeping us in control. We hear it everywhere we go. We let the sounds and subliminals slip through our minds, enforcing which emotions we must cycle through.
Music sucks man
It’s dangerous.
It makes me wander through my imagination, then the tune stops and snaps me back to this cruel life. Oh, my cruel, cruel, good for nothing, troocel life.
It calls upon my eyes to let drop their tears to the depressing melody as I’m flashing through my haunting past.
Then, the sudden kick in mood. Ruthlessness, violence, anger brews up to the menacing lyrics crawling into my ears.
Satan orchestrates it all—dictating every note, lyric, and composition, keeping us in control. We hear it everywhere we go. We let the sounds and subliminals slip through our minds, enforcing which emotions we must cycle through.
Music sucks man
