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Joe shivered in the nighttime cold, alone atop the thirty story building, his angel wings fluttering in the same chill breeze that had brought on the shivering. The wings were cheap ones, ones that he had bought from the costume store the night prior. Still, Joe thought, they would help him fly where he wanted to go. The shivering subsided a bit as Joe took another swig from the large bottle of whiskey he'd brought with him. It was Evan Williams whiskey, the cheap stuff, cheap like the wings. As the whiskey burned a hole in the back of his throat, Joe stepped to the railing at the edge of the building, his tattered jeans flapping in the frigi

Got my sunglasses on My weapon of choice Can you take my order? I'd like a bullshit ego trip Make that to go Run fingers through my hair Narcissistic forever fucked Maybe you can see my world I can't see it around my ego Maybe it's not there Self-image in my mind Doesn't match the reflection Your mirror no longer reflecting The world in my outstretched palms It's in my head Narcissistic Apathy Matching my over-reaching dreams Sold my soul for the fuck of it To buy this commodity of ego Because I can Only I can care Because I'm the only one Spend a lifetime building... life? Fuck your inevitable alarm clock Hit the kill