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Pencils Are Bazookas

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Crowe, 23, NZ, I met Gerard Way in Adelaide on 21/02/2015. I draw from music I like.
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Lives contained in a box held dear But not in the places we go near This box is shallow but on the inside deep A bottomless pit with walls too steep  All rendered sitting but still are seeking Our heads are stale and slowly leaking Eyes reaching out for that exhilaration For something without too much concentration Gone are the days when we were fit as blindly we fall in the bottomless pit Into a world where nothing is tangible  Luring us to think that all is manageable Rolling fingers, scrolling page Come my dears, it’s a new age We trade in our time for something untouchable The odds of waste are extremely probable The hearts beat slower, morals drop lower In your mind you believe you’re a knower We all used to say that with knowledge comes power But now everyone knows, the world has turned sour You’ll believe anything and everything and your opinions become nothing You hand yourself to a stranger’s ambition You sign their petition, become ammunition

We’re all fired at someone and quickly discarded In a fight between two that should be regarded As nothing in our eyes Only, we feed on the lies That are thrown into the pit for us Meaningless matters that make us carnivorous 

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