Icp quotes

We are the weirdos, mister.

Life’s full of little heartbreaks, and shit just happens, so take it for what it’s worth.

We’re not out here trying to impress nobody.

We keep it wicked, like an evil grin.

Don’t underestimate our madness, it’s what keeps us alive.

Life’s too short to be normal, embrace your weirdness.

We may be misunderstood, but that’s what makes us unique.

We walk with the shadows, the darkness is our home.

We’re the freaks you warned your kids about.

Our music is our therapy, it helps us get through the struggles.

We’re not afraid to be different, it’s what sets us apart.

In this world of clones, we strive to be original.

Don’t judge us based on appearances, our hearts are pure.

We’re like a hurricane, leaving a path of destruction in our wake.

We’re the outcasts, the underdogs, and we embrace it.

We may be painted faces, but beneath it all, we’re just human.

We live life on our terms, no apologies.

We’re the voice for the voiceless, speaking up for those who can’t.

We create our own destiny, carving a path through the darkness.

We’re warriors, fighting our own battles.

We’re not afraid to confront our demons, it’s what makes us stronger.

Our music is a middle finger to society’s norms.

We don’t follow the crowd, we make our own rules.

We find beauty in the darkness, and strength in our pain.

We’re not afraid to show our scars, they’re a reminder of what we’ve overcome.

We stand up for what we believe in, no matter the consequences.

We may be clowns, but we’re not here to entertain, we’re here to make a statement.

We’re the soundtrack to your nightmares, embrace the darkness within.

We’re not afraid to be vulnerable, our music is our therapy.

We’re the misfits, the rejects, and we wear it with pride.

We paint our faces to hide the tears, but the pain is still real.

We find solace in our music, it’s a sanctuary from the chaos.

We’re not afraid to take a stand, even if we stand alone.

We may be crazy, but sometimes you have to be a little insane to survive this world.

Our music is a voice for the voiceless, shining a light on society’s injustices.

We’re not just clowns, we’re warriors, fighting for what we believe in.

We’re the black sheep, and we’ve learned to embrace it.

We’re not here to fit in, we’re here to stand out.

We take the pain and turn it into art, that’s our therapy.

We’re the outcasts, but we’ve found a family within our music.

We may be labeled as crazy, but in this crazy world, we’re the sane ones.

We don’t seek validation from others, we find it within ourselves.

We may be painted faces, but our souls are untainted.

We’re not here to conform, we’re here to transform.

We’re the silent scream, the voice that’s been silenced for too long.

We’re not afraid to explore the depths of our madness, it’s what fuels our creativity.

We’re not just entertainers, we’re psychopathic poets, telling our stories through music.

We’re the magicians of darkness, turning pain into art.

We’re not here to please everyone, we’re here to make a difference.

We’re the wild cards, unpredictable and unapologetic.