שיר הגבורה והאומץ על איך רוי נמתח

היה לנו משעמם

רוי חשב שזה לא מבדר

שדוד שוקי שבר ת'ניזדה

אך בעצם זה לא קרה

רוי זאת לא הבין

ואת אנדי לחדר הזמין

הם נכנסו לויקיפדיה

וגילו שהניזדה לא קיימת במדיה

הי רוי אתה נפלת בפח

כי לא חשבת שזה מגוחך

למה אתה כזה מתרומם?!

היית צריך על האווי לוותר

שוקי לא בבית החולים

אז אל תשלח לו זר של פרחים

אל תבוא אותו לבקר

כי אח שלו מקאסם כמעט התפגר

הי רוי אתה נפלת בפח

כי לא חשבת שזה מגוחך

למה אתה כזה מתרומם?!

על האווי היית צריך לותר

אתה אמרת שעצם הניזדה נשברה

ולכן עומרי בכה

אתה לא הבנת שזאת מתיחה

ובגלל זה היינו על הרצפה

(חייך למצלמה דביל! זה רון קופמן חה חה חה)

Take me to cold stel... Sure, it's easy to run aay. No doubts. no looks behind... Why do you live in fear? It's the hypocracy that's killing you.

I've never feared the dark, yet I avoid it like animals from fiend fire.

My life is a graphic novel. Speech bubbles floating above my head. It was the worst thing I could think of.

Protection of protest was never my stuff. I haven't protested. I always took the easy way.

It's all about love. My love to other people is something I always question myself. Do I really love them? I know who I hate, but I can't name those I really love and care about. Is what I'm doing disrespectful? Tell me what's wrong with it. I'm searching for excuses for doing something I don't want to stop. It is, perhaps, something that has been here forever. I was smaller, younger, but it was still there. It was so natural. It didn't look wrong, just until recently. It is said we are attracted to evil. I say it is just like that. The younger they are, the worse they are. Maybe this is the reason, the reason for all my deeds. As I'm attracted to evil, it was obvious enough that my heart would drift towards these. It was obvious enough that stronger forces than me will control me.

But I wasn't prepared. It took over me in a demonic fahion. This fire inside me had the power to rive to locations and places I don't belong to. I acted by misterious desires, by needs I couldn't refuse filling. I told myself to stop, to go away, but nobody listened. Instead, tose hideous voices repeated the same chorus over and over again.

It was never painful. The delight that rose from doing things, albeit my resistance, was there all along.

I'm hopeless now. I learned to live with this other being inside me. Defeated and tired, all I can do now is move along. Years and years of numbness have come to that conclusion. I have realized in that moment that  can't live as long as the voices scream in my head.

In recent years their shouts have become unstoppable. My will became weak and frenzy rose. That time I was well aare what will be the result. I was doomed to run to him, for them. They were the answer to putting off the noise. That noise, those shouts ringing was immediatley shut off as I did what they had wanted. The silence was always temporary, and I quickly found myself obsessed to the same ritual. That same ritual that brought me so much unexplained sense of joy that wasn't mine.

 All together came that abomination and I hate myself as if I had killed my only true love accidently. As time goes on, my mind is more and more disturbed than before.

 Now is the time to take what's mine, my body's calling me. I must say, right a few weeks ago I had that moment. That sad moment, where the demon inside me ruled. It made me do the most humiliating deed I could think of, but it was has never seemed wrong. Lucky, noone had seen it, but the feeling itself when doing so is well enogh to drive me mad. It was sensationally of the happiest moments of my life, his life, and at the same a low, sad moment.

I've grown older. Scars decorate almost every part of my body.