Across your face I see what you are You wanna...
A creature made of sunshine her eyes were like the...
Locusts are coming Spine will twist, heads will cave I...
The pagan flames burn through the night Everything's mine Blackness...
The God machine is hungry for individualism and ripe brains...
WE smoke the toenails and hair of the wiseman under...
Bleeding on your highway baby Harvest is a' coming in...
Dr. Suess is dead We await... life Dr. Suess is...
feel the wetness of her tongue that slides across my...
Fingered slowly like the first time you came The agents...