I am a-

MISANTHROPE.

My Brother is Moving Out to San Antonio.

Perfect Timing Lyrics.

These demon days are so cold inside

It's so hard for a good soul to survive

You can't even trust the air you breathe

cause Mother Earth wants us all to leave

When lies become reality

You numb yourself with drugs and TV

Pick yourself up it's a brand new day

So turn yourself round

Don't burn yourself, turn yourself

Turn yourself around

To The Sun.

-Gorillaz

My Tex.