12 September 2006

Evil

Damn plasticine children keep trying to drain me of my vital fluids.
There is a sickness diffusing through this place like none other.
Caught in the game without a mending heart.
Three-eyed operators and sure-thumbed money bags fuck me,
Without permission,
No escape from the blood bath.
Futility Resonates.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

FWA FWA (ROFL ROFL ROFL)