Go, cover your tracks in the snow Time is slow My hands are empty Go home Years concrete and cold They stared me down Avoid town Hollow and empty And
face a mess, covered in feathers Orange-red with blue-black lines That draped down to his chest They are a tentacle mess And light blue pant-heads TV
stupid ass! I was cast as a fatass, my dreams faded fast Heres a blast from my past, a pain in your ass! I hate your ass, Ill rip your ass apart, eat your
