You're a monkey, looking all honest all over the wall. One Twelve Two Eleven Three Ten Four Nine Death Thirteen. Shoot the guys who are just talk. Am I insane? Is society pleased? Suck, suck, suck'em all till the end mine death thirteen. It becomes reality as my wrist pricks. Ain't fuckin' around. Mouth to Mouth. Can't hear the cry of the newborn baby. Honey looks down at the scaffold. Stuffed inside the refrigerator is a sacrificed flower. It's the highly praised Serial Horror Show. Nobody,s hell liike mine. You're a Dancing Majestic Baby. The works of orange is Thirteen. Lets play with the chainsaw. SUCK ME. Living honestly is a my good point and I have no bad points to my personality. One Twelve Two Eleven Three Ten Four Nine Death Thirteen. Shoot him who just screamed. Am I insane? Is society pleased? Suck suck suck'em all til the end mine death thirteen.
It becomes reality as my wrist pricks. Ain't fuckin' around. Nobody's hell like mind. You're a Dancing Majestic Baby. The works of orange is Thirteen. Nobody's hell like mind. You're a Screaming Majestic Baby. A clockwork of Death Thirteen.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Marmalade chainsaw
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