With just a flick of the opal banded finger. I will throw you into a concentric mental decline.. I control your elation, I control your depression.. I take as I wish memory, clothed in a raiment noir..
We are in this world, not of it. Spreading like vermin, the last, last of the breed. We are in this world, not of it. Spreading like vermin, the last, last of the breed.
Flickering lies glazed cornea creating cerebral corpses. A senseless data overload a prime time hypnosis bow to idiot box. Self-induced anueretic sty waves flat line.