:o Look its me!
; i rip peoples faces off.
Bring it to your lips and experience
The sulfur infect everything that we've created.
Don't twist this around.
Don't attempt to justify what we know is wrong.
Tendons are torn and screams are released
Into a poisoned, mathematic atmosphere.
We're composing our funeral songs
Get at me,
Randy Roo Croteau
well your there :