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It's Friday in this small helltown, this stain upon the map. Everyone of drinking age goes out to twist a cap.

As they dribble worthless thoughts I'll sit alone there in the dark. All those little fish stir up the waters of this shark.

They speak with heavy breath. And sing their siren songs One asks me whats my name, and to whom do I belong.

I look her up, i look her down I frown with evil eyes. Trendy cow, she's from the herd. Exactly what i despise

The people soon do start to drown in a lack of self-control. I feed upon their madness it fills my voided soul.

The drunkards make bad choices, enslavened by the game. Somber thoughts, intelligence lost. Not knowing who to blame.

Once or maybe twice the night Some switched on eyes see through I'll call that girl my friend she noticed that im new.

But alas im unapproached by her an off key tune, my song. To  all the rest I'm antisocial, they couldn't be more wrong.