Last words can be so cliché
Bodies in the gears of the apparatus
I wish that you would die tonight.
Memories I wish long gone
just drowned in the black tube.
You have no right to be breathing.
Eow, this is sort of overwhelming me.
Memories I wish long gone
just drowned in the black tube.
You have no right to be breathing.
Eow, this is sort of overwhelming me.
Oh, who will keep her gorgeous
and tell her she's blushing.
The broad in the locker has been consumed.
I inherit nothing more than a smile.
A heartfelt memory in black and white
Screen shots she dies.
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