Chapters 4: blame (live at eleven): de Boy Sets Fire

"broadcast. talking words. real words. painful words. makes you look so cheap. you can't stand on your own. and i have ceased to care. digging. digging deeper. digging for your precious heir. discredit. the job's too easy and so painful. and way to fucking real. the dirt is on your hands. the blood is in your hands. and i can see right through them. your only a receptacle for me. respectability is the weapon of the "in scene". dirt is law. new is wrong. can't we just let all this fall out of our laps again. how many sorrys does it take. well i'm sorry, so sorry that weren't cool enough. lies. time. pray for your inheritance. preys on your ;