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If you can't accept me for everything I am, that's your problem; not mine.
If you can't handle me, then get the fuck out of my way.
I will change for no one.
You're either with me, or against me. There is no in between.
If I make you question yourself, make you uneasy, make you think, make you jealous, make you angry, make you feel beautiful, make you feel strong, then good. That's why I'm here.
The candy tastes sweeter when you get through the bitter bullshit first. Candy-coating your smile, your fake promises, your lies, your two-faced gossiptongue only causes decay in the root of one of the many diseased teeth of society. So just stop.
"Hecka! Eye to the 3 is hizzere and ready to ruin!
The Immaculate 3 have been on a rocky, abrupt, unintentional hiatus. But now, we're back and in your face, and ready to fucking ruin! Eye.to.the.3. have suprisingly, but happily regrouped from the ashes of the wreckage with a fire NOONE can put out. Talk your shit, make your assumptions, judge, fear, be jealous. That's what we're here for. We bring it to the table and shove it down your throat until you fucking puke. Try to understand, wish you could understand, or never understand. You just can't. Face it. And move the fuck on. The world is in a elementary death-spiral of stupidity. Never in the history of battles or war has their been such a small army to bring so much energy or force into stamping out the ignorance clouding our minds. Watch out. We live right NEXT to YOU."
THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT, IT WAS SO MUCH FUN.
We're all living for the B.M. in the seedy underbelly of every city.
Black Metal.
Black Market.
Black Magic.
Beautiful Music.
Bella Morte.
Terror. This is what you call me...
I strike terror among men.
I can't be bothered by what they think.
I bare my cross,
My soul,
Myself.
I forgive,
but i never forget.
I've been put upon this earth in female form.
But I can handle myself with the best of you,
As well as the worst.
And I often have.
I have the right to remain silent,
But i choose to speak,
Sing,
Scream
I am lips,
Hips,
Tits
I am the power of a woman,
Strong like music,
True like friendship,
But without my friends,
There would be no music.
Only spoken word.
I am able to change,
So I live without regret,
Without remorse,
Only a remix.
I am drunk,
I am sober.
Heaven doesn't want me
And Hell's afraid i'll take over
Don't bother trying to censor me,
Or shut me up,
Because it won't work.
I am cold and distant,
Yet warm and close,
To those who deserve to see that side of me.
Part of me the heart of me.
You find me so hard to understand in your world.
The world you perceive to be so normal.
I am deformed,
Scorned ,
Reborn.
I am me,
And i know exactly who i am,
What i am
And the wrath i bring.
The ugly beauty,
The lying truth,
The virgin whore
The quiet storm
A lover,
A fighter,
A saint,
A sinner,
A sister,
A daughter
Old school.
A beginner.
I have decorated myself with love,
Hate,
Truth,
You.
All of you,
Both of you,
None of you,
More than one of you
With lips like sugar.
Eyes like meat.
I've watched men come,
And go,
And cheat.
I sleep to dream
And dream of sleep.
I had a dream joe
That you were standing in the middle of an open grove.
I had a dream joe
That your hands were raised up to the sky
And your mouth was covered in foam.
I've been crucified,
Justified,
And mortified by my behavior.
Both feminine,
And masculine.
I am a contradiction,
And juxtaposition.
My relief is my release,
And only time will tell.
All's well that ends well
I am unsweetened,
Unclean,
Been called drama queen.
Ex girlfriend,
Ex member,
The tantrum,
The temper.
I point my finger,
Take the blame.
And this time I will own the name.
Because no one is going to ruin me.
If i have to,
I will ruin myself.
And it will be My Ruin.
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