Emo Gymnastics: Textbook Rules 101

It could be so much better than this, dance with me, it could be so much better than this, scream with me, grasp my fucking fist. we will dance on the wires that surround this city like spider webs. weave our own fucking network amongst their spying cables, a cocoon for comfort amongst the touch of concrete, the blanket of smog and the asphyxiation of being nothing more than a cog in a machine that is only geared towards the death of us all.