Synakill

On an album like ...Bullets... a song like Cubicles might seem out of place. It's a horror punk album where songs use their narrative as a metaphor for Gerard to explore their personal traumas and struggles, then suddenly you just hit a song about cubicles?? Working?? And then just dying alone?? Theres no fantastical metaphor, no flashy over the top dramatic horror. Just the brutal mundane reality we exist as nothing more than a replaceable cog on a pointless machine and any connection and meaning we find can be ripped away from us in an instant. I think I'd love to die alone.

the idea of lust being a sin seems so silly like how could u be so cataclysmically horny its worth eternal condemnation? just so bricked up that the sheer metaphysical weight of ur boners spiritual taint drags ur soul to hell? thats wild. how is that even possible? but when i saw the pictures of Gerard Way dressed in their Joan of Arc cosplay suddenly it all made sense and i accepted my fate in the firey infernos of desire

acab includes people who crop their feet out of pictures on social media