I watched a house burn down today a few blocks from my house. They aren't sure what started it, but it's pretty sad to pull up a chair and watch a family's entire life go up in flames. I had a fire in my house when I was younger, thats why my baby book has all kinds of black shit on it. I've been listening to Ceremony a lot in the past few days, so when my dad and I saw the smoke all i could think of was "Kersed."
"Pack your fists full of hate take a swing at the world,
these kids stick to themselves carry angst in their words,
where we'll never be a part of this cursed fucking town,
so we stand amongst ourselves watch it burn to the ground,
burn to the fucking ground."
these kids stick to themselves carry angst in their words,
where we'll never be a part of this cursed fucking town,
so we stand amongst ourselves watch it burn to the ground,
burn to the fucking ground."
As much as i felt saddened by the tragedy going on in front of me, i could only concentrate on the kids I went to high school with standing behind me laughing and taking pictures. They had no respect for the situation in front of them, crying babies, exhausted firemen, the whole nine yards. I hate this place, and everyone in it.
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