Glasspipe recollections of antichrist. The nominees all on fire.
We're all part of the scam. Death starts at the end of the rope. A fake miracle to behold.
It'll take out your eyes!
Ninety nine, ninety nine knives. Ninety nine knives inside. Ninety nine, ninety nine. Ninety nine knives inside.
A pale ghostlike recondition of consuquence. The irony covers the crime.
Preteens giving head in the backroom.
Ninety nine, ninety nine knives. Ninety nine knives inside. Ninety nine, ninety nine. Ninety nine hopeless, fucking useless empty ways to die.