BOOLINTUNES: 2025 In Summary
Find your peace, I’m still searching for mine.
Find your peace, I’m still searching for mine.
Get me out of this hell.
I have nothing more to offer the world. Put me in the fucking ground.
In broken fragments I see your face, but they fall away and distort this picture.
Crawling through my head, you want me dead, so please just say it.
Misunderstood books, power over wisdom, they’ve poisoned the roots.
I’ve been fucking your girlfriend every weekend for the last four years.
I alone am the honored one to take your life.
Loathe thy cerebral prison.