his name was Oscar he stared at that gun all day he had idle hands so the devil did play his mind was empty it had a little room for love but instead Oscar he loved his gun
building and building and building until the weight is too much he lets it go torment in his guts no one knows him and he has no one death is fun its something to create leaving decaying bodies no evidence to trace the bodies from Oscar is all that remains the bodies from Oscar is all that remains other than the gunshots left in their fucking brains other than the gunshots left in their fucking brains
his eyes dilate as he sees the blood leaking, seeping, soaking into the rug live for the kill the kill is his drug in his head the devil pulls strings in his head the screaming rings Rings
what have you done he just stood there and stared at the gunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
