He could've tuned in, tuned in... but he tuned out. A bad time, nothing could save him. Alone in a corridor waiting, locked out. He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles.
I seem to recognize your face. Haunting, familiar yet, I can't seem to place it. Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name. Lifetimes are catching up with me.
agh woo eats meat eats meat hahaha look out. . Dirty Frank Dahmer he's a gourmet cook, yeah.. I got a recipe for anglo-saxin soup, yeah.. Wanted a pass. So she relaxed. Now the little groupie's getting chopped up in the back..