My 16 locked and loaded. All fear has been avoided. You say the words and my weapon is drawn. This one could be my last time. . Some people call it war crime.
Jackass Yolo. The smell of fall.. Changing season.. The graveyard is alive, black cat across my path. the chill of cold wind, the breath of the dead..
I made a brand of my own poison that I gave to you. It was the first of my experiments I'm going to put you through. Now it'll only make you dizzy, sick, and paralyzed.