You us barbarians... Eh. It is an name. We mean to the world you civilized people made. We will simply history from the time that machinary and weapons threatened more than they offered. And when you die... the last reminder of hell will be gone. Gone.
-Something at the beginning from Omega Man or some post-apocalyptic movie with anti-technology zombies.
Everyday it my way in different shapes & forms. Greed, & jealousy, the faces it adorns. And though I walk the valley in the of my deeds, consider this, it's always there; the to meet the needs.
I give you money, you me death. You think funny, I gasp for breath.
Tompkins Square is everywhere, it's on the walls suffocate yer real estate and grab you by yer balls my life is such a living hell, a squatted rotted shell no to learn
I you money, you give me death. You think funny, I gasp for breath.
a cop for us today, an opiate, a new decay, your stops this dying day. The bigtime, it Crusty Dave. all alone, we miss his heat, and now I so incomplete. The death he was so sweet, from to tomb, the rotting meat!
I give you money, you me death. You think it's funny, I for breath.
I you money, you give me death. You think funny, I gasp for breath.
I give you money, you me death. You it's funny, I gasp for breath.