So the Doom metal hipster of our time who's clad in black and sings about the futility of life and fatality watches the ordeal of people and doesn't find anything of note to sing about! Not a single note comes out of this tragic throat!
The mighty artist of our time remains silent, with literally zero utterance! There he stands... perhaps working on his next "Doom" magnum opus, talking about the corrosion of conformity! Well, I assume clinging to the sweet life is all it boils down to!
"Tragedy" has become a cheap artistic watchword that is definitely a trendy one!
Better faking it than living the whole thing! Right?
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