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Choklit Factory. There was strange was a man there, I think he was the Tinker. He was standing right behind me looking up at the factory. Just before he left he said.
Sacrifice won't suffice. Resurrection needs your death to happen twice. Fall on my heart and burn and forge your tortured black-smitten. Into the sharpest fucking sword.
The sun did not shine.. It was too wet to play.. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day. . I sat there with Sally.. We sat there, we two..
I am the god of fuck, I am the god of fuck. Virgins sold in quantity, herded by heredity. Red neck burn out mid west mind, who said date rape isn't kind?.
I am the god of fuck, I am the god of fuck. Virgins sold in quantity, herded by heredity. Red-neck-burn-out-midwest-mind. Who said date rape isn't kind?.
They want to sell it out. buy it up. dumb it down. a good god is hard to find. I'll join the crowd that. wants to see me dead. right now I feel I belong.
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Next motherfucker's gonna get my metal. . I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well. I wanna go down. I wanna go down. Down. I wanna go down. Down. Down.
And then I found how to be what you want. I was out looking for something new. Digging too deep, now it's too late. We just keep on breaking the same old ground.
Could give you a dozen. Fresh. Cut. Pink, or red, or white. I wonder if they knew what they. Would grow to become. . I could give you a dozen. Fresh. Cut.
Do you or don't you want this to be your song?. It doesn't take a rebel to sing along. This art is weak in its pretty, pretty frame. And I am a monkey with a misspelled name.
"Take my money," Is all I think.. He looks at the earring.. "Fag," he mumbles.. I don't mind.. He's fat.. No one likes him.. Life's too short.. I pass a table of black girls.
As If we need a "why" I'll be it. I'll be the "who for" and apocalypse how. If the world had one neck. My hands would be the "where" and I would choke all of you down.
Birds of Hell awaiting. With the wings on fire. Insane old Phoenix, baby. It's your death desire. The birds of Hell awaiting. With the wings on fire. Insane old Phoenix, baby.
Haters call me bitch. Call me faggot, call me whitey.. But I'm something you can never be.. (Hey). I won't look prettier if I smile for the picture.. Motherfuckers never liked me then, And they sure won't like me now..
Do you favor all with good intention?. Never mind the destination. Sex, Guns, and Anarchy. Blood, Guts, and Sodomy. . Mutually your shore destruction.
Dear God, do you want to turn knucles down and hold yourself. Dear God, can you climb off that tree made in the shape of a T. Dear God, the paper says you were the king in the black limosine.
The boy's got a head like an atom bomb. hang him from a cross like the number one son. and he's been waiting so long. to get it on.. . the boy's 15 but he's 16 gauge.
Death to ladies first, then the gentlemen. All sorts of tax-free-face-lifts-abortions-nervous-breakdance. Satanic girls gone wild, truly fucking suicidal.