May 18, 2013 12:41
No thesis existed for burning cities down at such a rampant rate
No graphics and no fucking Powerpoint presentation
So they just DIY'd that shit and they built their own bombs
She's his suicide blond, she's number than gold
We are professional ashes of roses
This kerosene's live
You settled your score
This is where you come to beg, unborn and unshaven
Killing fields of fire to a congress of ravens
This is what we do, baby, we nightmare you.
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