He's just a face in the crowd,
a nondescript man,
a dim w
Mag Earwhig! lyrics

blessed is t
itted mouthful of lies.
Football on the TV,
beer in the hand,
the extend of his rational 
Plead The Blood lyrics

Blood shed, 
depth.
He's a god fearing man,
a while beating fuck,
a vacuous flag waving fool.
Rip out 
1-800-Whipped lyrics

I guess we should've stayed at the beach, B
his heart,
feed him his dick,
gut him like a hamstrung deer.
Kill,
kill that man...