hymn_dirge skinny(whoring his poetry) i'm a machine lately... we all die so young like trees in slow motion and we would rather die alone than step outside ourselves live fast live for the moment sometimes i cant even walk down the street god what god some people cant sense their surroindings we all die young like trees in slow motion and we would all rather die alone than step outside ourselves 040604 ... . . 050124 what's it to you? who go blather from