You us barbarians... Eh. It is an name. We mean to cancel the you civilized people made. We will simply erase from the time that machinary and weapons threatened more than they offered. And when you die... the last living reminder of will be gone. Gone.
-Something at the beginning from Man or some other post-apocalyptic movie with anti-technology zombies.
Everyday it comes my way in shapes & forms. Greed, hate & jealousy, the it adorns. And though I walk the in the shadow of my deeds, this, it's always there; the ends to meet the needs.
I give you money, you me death. You think it's funny, I for breath.
Tompkins Square is everywhere, written on the walls they'll suffocate yer real and grab 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 think it's funny, I for breath.
a cop for us today, an opiate, a new decay, your breathing stops this day. The bigtime, it killed Dave. all alone, we miss his heat, and now I so incomplete. The he tasted was so sweet, from womb to tomb, the meat!
I you money, you give me death. You it's funny, I gasp for breath.
I you money, you give me death. You it's funny, I gasp for breath.
I you money, you give me death. You think it's funny, I for breath.