It’s to disregard all the nonsense because I realized I’m actually on this
Not on one, on two or way more than a few
Cooking up concoctions like stew and I’d blow you away right out of the blue
Don’t believe in yourself when I’m around
Don’t make a sound because I’m enjoying the silence
Depeche Mode getting violent and ripping apart the streets looking for consignment
Ripping apart my heart, staying non existent and insane because I can’t mind it
Warmonger 