This Sickness.

[Profit Prophet]

I want to arm wrestle a man without arms
until evolution demands that he grow them.
I want rape, until you claim consent.
This Sickness.

I want to dissect oblivion.
I want to remember when I cared.

 

[Profit Prophet]

Story of a ball.
The world wanted to crush me down, into a neat little cube.
I told them, I don’t fit. They said, we’ll see about that.
So, I killed everyone. And, bounced home.

 

[sigmond]

I want to arm wrestle a man without arms
until evolution demands that he grow them.

splendid!

 

[Airmid]

Impressed, sums up a lot.

 

[PushingDaisies]

The world wanted to crush me down, into a neat little cube.
I told them, I don’t fit. They said, we’ll see about that.

Can relate to this so much, sometimes feels like it doesn't matter what you want, THEY always seem to have a say about your life

 

[diacetylacid]

Thank you for sharing!