gargle it downgargle it downbicycle bellsand never setting suna beer or threewash it downsmell the sweetiodine on the wrinkledcanal watersyeswash it downwhat an unfortunatebetrayalthese last roundslock keymemorybrainbrainbrainand homelaugh with the deadwithout dyingwhy don't youplay the game
why don't youplay the game.not that thenight is everto die. Foreveris our feast.Hungry are my eyesseeing them hungryeyes looking at mehow deep be these cliffsthat lay betweenthe edges of thisstructureand the heads it isfeeding on."there is a land
"*now you see itnow you don'thide to seek thisvulture of adesire.(*far far away
)the same hungryfaces of the beesswarmwith ever prosecuted motionthe idols offashion.look butdon't toucheither learnor teachto touch.but touchtouch, touch
time nowtime is to sharpenthe toxico of the sting.