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