i’ll put a gun to the side of my head, made a vow that if love was dead i’d run a razor down the length of my wrist, bled to feel, our love is real, it’s one thing that exists

Anthrax, Misfits, Cannibal Corpse and Life of Agony

No Tolerance.

dream my fears come true as i’m trying  to feel alright  i’ve become a catacomb of secrets  fucked up inside  live the lie until everyone believes it  somehow survive  lying in the heart of my weakness  until i die  i remember becoming winter  haunted by light  true love turned to sickness in my body  stayed up all night

Do what you want And how you want it Feel it’s right, go out and do it Think for yourself And think for the best Or you’ll go down just like the rest