The way you take the muscle from the song And I ain't one of your friends You're losing all the green Now why would that be me? And what you think is cold It's the nature of my soul
I'm violent with the hands in my head But movin gets me nowhere And you can tell your lies But who you call your friends And what you think is cold It's the nature of my soul
"I stood there in the middle of the... ...if i could see anything but all I could see was... beer...a collectible...(I'm a bookworm)... ...$450 a room where I stayed...... ...Nazi's...my life nothing ever prepared me for... ...since my...moved in... ...not to take pity on a poor soul and I haven't since once spilled beer but now I have... ...I've never seen...addicted to my super beer... have a proper ending/it's ended."
Dream of their fall, dream of their death