The Fight Song

My tastes in music are shifting back to stuff that's loud and obnoxious. I must be feeling better about myself.

I had a friend who did Marilyn Manson stuff for karaoke. Oh, he was awesome … we all agreed he did the Manson songs better than the originals. Such a great voice and stage presence. But he and his wife moved to Montana, and we haven't heard anything from them since they left town. It's sad. But at least I can thank them for opening me up to Manson. And tonight, I got my hands on his greatest hits album. I absolutely fell in love with this song:

The Fight Song
Nothing suffocates you more than
The passing of everyday human events
Isolation is the oxygen mask you make
Your children breath in to survive

I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit

And when we were good
You just closed your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds

Fight x8

You'll never grow up to be a big -
Rock - star - celebrated - victim - of - your - fame
They'll just cut our wrists like
Cheap coupons and say that death
Was on sale today

And when we were good
You just closed your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds

But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit


The death of one is a tragedy x3
But the death of millions is just a statistic

I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit

I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit

Fight x8

Yeah, I guess I do feel like fighting a bit. Got some news about the ex that makes me want to punch him in the face, but of course I won't do that. Instead, I'll just dive into my collection of punk and (to a lesser extent) metal and see what happens. Oh, and I'm pretty amped because I'm probably going to a show on Friday. That should be a blast.

On the drive home tonight, I just felt really good about myself. I'm tired, I'm still sick, but life isn't that bad right now. Things have been going pretty well for the last month — hmmm... it's the 11th, so exactly a month. That was quite a weekend. I did mention something about dates in another entry. I won't go into details here; I'll just head to bed with a shit-eating grin on my face yet again. There's exactly one person in the world who's responsible for that. And that makes me really, really happy.