Toxic Bullet's Quotes

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Hearts beat, arteries clog, minds race and all heroes will eventually fail (or just grow tired of the ungrateful people they help)

So I'll pick you up at 7 and we'll have a real shitty time, but at least we'll have a time

I drive for days and sleep for miles, but never a drop to drink. No control but not exactly a riot either. Fuck me you're such a riot

Death answers to no one and pays unexpected visits to many like that one asshole friend everybody has who says they'll stay for one night and ends up staying for the whole week

Take a scalpel and slice through my chest, peel back the thick draping of this velvet flesh, crack the cage of ivory bone, have a peek inside at all these holy terrors

Time stains everything like blood stains skin and coffee stains white tablecloths

Now we're shooting golden bullet holes in the velvet black sky

The mind is a weapon Use it.

It's hard to be brave when there's chunks of body and soul all over your black t-shirt

The rubber band in the back of his brain labelled "control" stretched and frayed until one day it snapped, ping ponging back and forth inside his skull

The air between us is full of empty questions and loose promises floating along like so much discarded human detritus

Everything flashes past in a Technicolor vomit stream of "Jesus Fuckin Christ is this my existence?"

Strain your optical muscles until the nerves fray and synapses short and fry to the tune of ten thousand volts [....] and your eyes bulge out of their sockets like to sentient gelatinous orbs with an escape plan labelled "operation get-me-the-hell-outta-here"

Medical research says the surface of the brain can't feel pain, yet its ironic that it's the organ that tells a person that they're in pain. Pull off the scalp, crack open the skull, that's the part that will hurt. But take a blunt metal instrument and poke at the convoluted rose coloured expanse of tissue beneath it, and nothing.