Too many temples where we could worship the beast.
I'm a tiger when I want love, but I'm a snake if we disagree.
The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.
Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.
Songs from the wood make you feel much better.
Join the crazed institution of the stars.