: Have no eyes, I must see, you walk out, a violent burst of some kind kind kind kind, mindstate a dirty little drunk and cluttered. Shinning a problem
rail sparks from his brain slashing. Yeah cribdeath, killing the craddle, crunching the baby in a dashboardlight. Yea like some cheesy ass figurines, Jesus, Mary, Joesph crushed
: Years have a come and gone. Now I stand forward. More than I ever was. Assault and reassemble. Mr. Paranoid. A real backseat driver. But, I had to
: Reconstruction idea take the ultimate trip yea ultimate trip assasination-invasion a criminal masterpiece hang on the walls like a gold on the moon
: Ze wheels o' fire. A doubleman defier. A motor and I. Regenerate I am. Your final pompeii. O 'etched in acid. Like a shack of hate. Love in the gut
: Asylum erotica. Yea I said the ones on the wheels. Doomsday machinist. Flying out the window. She's looking strange. Nowhere to nowhere diamonds she
Asylum erotica. Yea I said the ones on the wheels. Doomsday machinist. Flying out the window. She's looking strange. Nowhere to nowhere diamonds she'
back. Out of the chaos comes a reason whipcord yea!! Hell on Earth a semi-trane. Exression of pre-occupation skin beating. Heart breathing. Eyes splashing. Walls humming. Soul Crushing. Soul Crushing
Years have a come and gone. Now I stand forward. More than I ever was. Assault and reassemble. Mr. Paranoid. A real backseat driver. But, I had to move
"He can't get away with by the time, he gets in front of the jury he'll be a good boy;" said man one. At a little before 5'oclock he when through the
A knuckle duster is the most deadly in the ponderous pace Of floating justice single-handed dynamo. Take it now, say the way we want and not for you
Reconstruction idea take the ultimate trip yea ultimate trip assasination-invasion a criminal masterpiece hang on the walls like a gold on the moon.
Ze wheels o' fire. A doubleman defier. A motor and I. Regenerate I am. Your final pompeii. O 'etched in acid. Like a shack of hate. Love in the gut a
Have no eyes, I must see, you walk out, a violent burst of some kind kind kind kind, mindstate a dirty little drunk and cluttered. Shinning a problem
fat in the fire the smell of red, red groove screamed mega-flow - A stalking ground without prey - a flash of superstition whimpering like a crippled animal - Dogs of the Soul- Crusher
What is it? What it is. What is it? Dazzling, yea starving town, starving town, out of the cold, out of the cold (Die, Die, Die!) Moneyman rumble. Dreamtime