...And Then There Were None Testo

all these years misinterpreted. my mental so typical. the instruments are so cold. strapped to this table, this slab burns. tighten the clamps, i can barely twitch. your essence is more to cringe at. hit rewind so i can do it right this time around. tunnel vision straight into the wall. i heard the screams and cries across this country. i lost sleep. i felt the injection and i lost the pain. pestilence i. ved into my veins. cities to salt, the greatest societies crumble and you keep screaming in my ear.