Apokalips. Black finger tips. Slides in and out her mouth. The darkest thrill. Is quick instilled. Upon her waiting tongue. Yeah, yeah. . Death's head in the afterglow.
Murder, all guts, all fun. All murder, all guts, all fun. . A kick in the head, a gouged out eye. Your intestines explode. And your eyeballs pop. And the taste of your blood will drive me on.