THese comin' around Thiefes about.
The motherkissin' drainer eats Me as trippingly as drink without a blink he sips Me as willingly as frequent squeek in veteran needs no the hit to click the trigger cuz click made him and now he pees the only holy-trigger with. I'm loosin' a feet, ribs make rings, knees knock beats and lips strip blood drips in a last cotton twistin' hits. This is the withering came to get Me by pieces in tick So pieces of Me now wave Me playfully "Peace!".