For none of these fuckers will ever know, what I think as I go. No... no not one last time. Not for me not for you. Not for what I find may scare me more than if I stayed blind. I`ve shot the pig. I`ve drawn the line. I`ve got my nine under my shirt. Don`t worry you won`t get hurt. In my head ring blood tones that make me feel less alone. Biting nails cleaning guns Biting nails cleaning guns
Bad boy: Now, we`re forced to do extreme things, make some money and get the fuck out of there!
