Not This Time.

Pass the time, passing the time.
Wasting my time looking for the end.
Smoking like a dragon, drowning in my flagon.
Pumping like a work horse going 'round the bend.
Shouting and screaming 'til the walls go deaf.
Shaking my fire and brimstone fist.
Choking on dust as I cleanse myself.
Staining my eyes as I search myself.
I'll never, ever understand.
No one will ever, ever know.
Sticks and stones will break my bones
But cancer will probably kill me.
Filling the gaps with vice after vice.
None of which actually thrill me.

Tomorrow is the first my first day off in like 26-27 days,at my shitty dead end job that doesn't even pay the bills.

I was going to celebrate with heroin. Had it all ready.

said no. Gonna go work with John from Hate City on his motorcycle.


I call that a small success in a shit battle of shit storms and shit swords.

see you fags later...

FUCK

Give me a...another cigarette
Give me pain
Give me death
Give me heroin
Set me free
I...I...I don't need nobody
Give me a smoke
Find me
Comin' down hard
Comin' down hard
Comin' down with valium
I need it - Gimme it
Gimme it
Gimme it
My...my is in a fuckin' mess
Gimme just a little bit
Ohhh...
Wild riding
Wild riding
Wild riding
Bring me up so high
Bring me up so high
But take me down so low
You take me down so low
Low
You bring me lower than I'll ever go
But you bring me up so high
Bring me up so high
And bring me down so low
Low
Gimme a...gimme another bowl
Wild riding
Wild riding
I'm wild ridin'
With all the motherfuckin' dead motherfuckers
My friends are all dead
My friends are all dying
My friends are goin' to Hell
And my friends we're not cryin'
We're not cryin'
We're not cryin'
We're just dyin'
We're goin' down so low
We're goin' down so low
We're goin' up so high
High...high
Goin' down so low
Low, low, low, low
You wanna follow me where I'm goin'
You wanna follow me where I'm goin'
I don't think so
I don't think so
Because you don't know
I don't think so
I don't think so
We goin' down so low
We goin' down so...so...so...so...so...so
We're goin' down so low...low...low
So low
Low

Shut up,Punk.

old hardcore punk=keeps me alive.

Watch this if you think your worthy.















On another note: My bike is named after the Nazi Gas vans, the "black ravens" Mobile extermination chambers on wheels.

They were 40's furniture vans with metal airtight rear compartments. They had gigantic motors that got less than 1/4 the mileage of a typical motor of the era. They would strip about 70 people down and push them inside. A valve opened in the floor to let the exhaust gas in.

10-15 mins later,after the screaming,and pounding stopped,they'd put it in gear and drive straight to the Ovens.

500,000 - 600,000 persons had were killed in gas vans.


I hope that shit blows your mind in the worst way. Mass Murder of industrial age efficiency.

Wulfs Commandos

I really just wanted to nab this name before someone else did,because It's the best name for anything ever. That said, It'll be my little sounding board for my most inner black hearted hatred,misanthropic sludge,and occult nazi fetishism.

Expect pure Fucking terror and hatred,with a heavy tom Collin's of Choppertude.

I'm Your Enemy.

Fuck You...