Trash Folder

Hey, man. Heard your band. Damn that shit is rad. Oops I lied my bad. It's fucking garbage. Write your songs all day. Riffs and lyrics change. But you end up sounding just like me. I make the wave. I set the stage. I die and then resurrect to come and take you out again. Seems you tried your best with that pencil lead-less inside your head. You fucking poser. I hate you. X