#tagged by my favorite s aka @freakarus

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  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂

villains pt. 1 . . . i am a maverick, built to create, designed to destroy, and i am the quiver in your bones when you get annoyed. and i am a nightmare, these monsters i hold, i'm bringing them home. and i am the shiver in your lungs, when you're out in the cold.

choke . . . now shut your dirty mouth, if i could burn this town, i wouldn't hesitate to smile while you suffocate and die. and that would be just fine. and what a lovely time, that it would surely be. so bite your tongue and choke yourself to sleep.

pit of vipers . . . now i must admit that i have played a part in the way that things have gotten out of hand, but it's escalated almost to an art. i want to fix it, but i don't think i can. i'm falling deep into a pit of vipers over me, over me and i can't break free, secrets run deep when you're in a pit of vipers slithering, whispering, feel the venom poisoning me.

achillies come down . . . you crazy assed cosmonaut, remember your virtue, redemption lies plainly in truth. just humor us, achillies, achillies, come down, won't you get up off, get up off the roof? je vois que beaucoup de gens meurent, parce qu'ils estiment que la vie ne vaut pas la peine d'être vécue. j'en vois d'autres, qui se font paradoxalement tués pour des idées, pour des illusions, qui leurs donnent une raison de vivre. ce, qu'on appelle une raison de vivire est en même temps une excellente raison de mourir. (translated from french, originally from albert camus' myth of sisyphus : i see a lot of people dying because they believe that life is not worth living. i see others, who are paradoxically killed for ideas, for illussions, which gives them a reason to live. what we call a reason to live is at the same time an excellent reason to die.)

control . . . i'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head, they beg me to write them so they'll never die when i'm dead. and i've grown familiar with villains that live in my head, they beg me to write them so i'll never die when i'm dead. i'm bigger than my body. i'm colder than this home. i'm meaner than my demons. i'm bigger than these bones. and all the kids cried out ' please stop, you're scaring me ', i can't help this awful energy, goddamn right, you should be scared of me. who is in control?

️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️bonus

how villains are made . . . time to put my medal on, whose blood to spill? i don't know whose side i'm on. two armies are coming at me their flags and weapons look the same. one tells the truth, the other's lying and they're both calling my name. time to put my medal on, whose neck to cut? i don't know whose side i'm on. there lies my sanity, there goes my mind, i could not save. i don't trust what i see right in front of me, i don't know who to betray. so easily we're persuaded when the lines are blurred and faded. no one ever starts that way, but this is how villains are made.