December 2009
Dip my tail in blood ink Write it down in red Scribe the words "Happy meal" Right across your head Tired of getting walked on Treated like a sheep Don't blame me for all the years That you were aslee
Takes to the knife for a vivisection X kilograms of flesh to shave off Taste like a replicant injection Soul rot In stock Buy now It's hot Runt of The batch All itch No scratch Fuck fashion Fuck, f
När Pontus festar brukar han...- fortsätt meningen.Gör lika på din bdb och se va folk har för uppfattning om dig på fest. &nbs