Anytime now...I'll be mod for some shitty section...hahaha
He strums the chords with less than grace
Each passing year etched on his face
The words he sings are not his own
They speak of things he'll never knowMy DeviantART
Imagine, becoming the Mod of the graveyard. Useless, but I think that would be hilarious.
Aggravate, Anger, and Piss off