The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.
Actor of the low IQ, let's hear your view.
The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.
A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.
The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.
I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.