Monday, 17 November 2014

Walked into some cold-bloodedness there

Here I come

Stomp your feet

Gotta get up

Listen to me

Bite the hand

Doctrina de homine

What the hell's this all about?

I didn't pull that trigger, I was just playing with some corner boy

Looking for the murder weapon

Doors open at nine, bro

You know me

 What skills you got that'll help you in the real world

You think your silence is worth something?

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