WHISTLER, devil's peak ,

[alexxx]

this town has its claws buried in my neck
this town, it takes lives, without mercy, without hate

Whistler. Where the beach bunnies transform into snow bunnies, and the snow is light and airy like cocaine. You trade in your tanning goggles in for ski goggles, and hit the slopes. Majority of the skiers on weekends are students, either being lounge alligators, or tearing up the fresh snow. Devil’s peak if one of the highest mountains in the mountain area, a thrill to the seekers of high slopes and fun times. It’s not too uncommon to find blood trails on the snow, from where people have skied into a line of trees. The roar of skidoos, and the swish of skis crashing over the snow is music to the ears, and food for the soul. The lounges aren’t too bad either. Most have a flare of red and dark colors to them, an odd sense of tranquility.

the streets are in distress
the sun suffocates behind darkened skies

But the young adults around here aren’t known for being quiet.

the grass is growing on top of my feet
i'm sinking, won't be long, before I'm too deep to run

The school is as old as the town. Large, cracking walls, some ivy creeping up like a sinister creature. The teachers are just about as old. Well, so think half the naive freshman students, since the seniors like to tell them such lies. Although it’s a school majoring somewhat in the arts, I’d be d**ned if you couldn’t find something you where studying under it’s wide brick walls. Gossips like wild fire, the high school days aren’t over. The university is basically a large expensive day care to half the students, since all they can think about is either what’s for lunch, where they’ll get their next fix, or how much height they can get on the next trip up to Blackcombs. This isn’t saying they’re not serious about their education. No, it’s just saying no one’s perfect in the city of Whistler Speaking of the city, it’s basically a Hodge podge of variety. Whistler is known for its mountains, but it’s also known for its music, club, and entertainment scene. If you’re bored, go to Vancouver, and get high. It’s not our problem.

we are the dead ones, we are the lost cause
we are the bend before the break. Our steps seal our fate.

by ghosts from broken homes
Because this city, this city is haunted
&&there's no hope left for these souls

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