somethin blowin in my hair. winter’s ice, it soon was dead. death would...– cocaine
false hope crys. smiles commit suicide. my heart picks up the 45. puts two...
rip her throat out… kill her slowly…. find a knife….stick it...
will you wisper sweet nothings in her ear as she slowly dies like an old...– iseesouls
im the case without the nuts.
take your knife. stick it in. taste the blood. taste the sin.