He's got blood shot eyes, skin like wax. He's molding them like clay, twisting their souls. Aimed and getting deep, voracious. Fragile minds, he rips them apart.
Everything is proceeding nicely. The fools don't realize what they're working on. They don't see my potential. The Potential for unprecedented destructive power.
He's got blood shot eyes, skin like wax. He's molding them like clay, twisting their souls. Aimed and getting deep, voracious. Fragile minds, he rips them apart.
A blinding flash of light. A cry of pain and agony. People search for medicine. No sense in moving underground. . Bodies burn and turn to ash. There's no cure to ease the pain.