I'm going to Oh, whoa.

Whoa.

Like we're together here.

Like we're together here.

So what to use to be a normal.

Burn the village and take what's left.

Do the things that we've been doing the death.

Taking things too seriously.

That's a mother-fucking time wrong to break the bullet and take the word.

Look at me, I'll be laughing to death.

If I hear another word about a better place,

I paint these walls with my fucking brains.

You said I wouldn't if I did.

You don't think I go to hell for it.

I agree and they're around

across the jail called a master one.

The best part of it is.

And in the way we couldn't give us a chance. There's no answers,

so take a guess.

There's no answers, so take a guess and make up the rest.

I can start to reminisce about many days and the obliteration of the human race.

If it never fucking ends, I can't begin to make sense of it.

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