Agoraphobic Nosebleed piosenki

Caucasian Russian newborns for as low as $5000 with dual U.S./Canadian citizenship. 

all circumstance is sabotage that which does not kill us makes us stranger command chaotic brute force the stars in your eyes stolen reprogrammed another headless blunder with blood up its sleeves the priests live in the towers they put thoughts in my head mak...

Holy Roman orgy, fondlers of the cloth. Catholic schools i.d. possible elementary level queer stock. Gay, shamed and guilted over to god, slipping the white collar over fresh cock. This is the semen of your salvation, bent over the fuckin' cross. 

Bipartisan dictatorship devising the economic plan. Benefiting the greedy, conveniently excluding the working man. 

you're real gay about pussy. your bitch has got you looking in a magazine for clothes. homo. all I'm buying a bitch is a bag of shit to choke on. you better get that bitch to suck you - you queer trick, you rogue spear, your bitch's handbag full of money. she'...

hoist the flag indoctrinated the nihilism is monolithic I would kill you if I wasn't so fucking lazy but then again what's the point bullets can be expensive right? life's just not worth the coin 

Black metal is gay as a Catholic priest slouching toward Gomorrah. Face painted like Gene Simmons at Halloween with a tongue up some kids rump looking for candy. Put down that seven string and get a fuckin' job you tired-looking homo, Goth hand-banging geek. 

you let me hit you, so i won't touch the children. so how hard do i have to fuckin' beat you to have a crack at the kids? looks like you fell down the stairs on the way to the hospital again - and not soon enough. i have a coat hanger abortion lined up for our...

They implanted bombs in their stomachs and then they started to talk their tummies would feel funny. They knew the bombs were activated. 

seemed like a good idea at the time. bone's here, bone's there... marrow fucking everywhere. you're fired, clown. 

i don't fuck bitches anymore; i make them watch me massage myself till i cum in my hand. belt them with my payload across the mouth. real men don't just blow loads on Jane Doe, they grind them in. 

Plow and cart slowly dragged over bodies Hemp seed trenched through shallow graves The smoke screen as hope springs eternal With stench and decay Nurtured and loved Throat slit and hung inside a drying shed Complacency blossoms Into inescapable grief From...

I prefer starting forest fires to the company of others. Fuck acceptance for this crap sake of breathing. Investing in friends to be some freeloading turd with a never-ending burn to save face. 

encoded transmissions spun out of control bring the purging insurrection of fals consciousness custodians of the agenda secure the contaminated areas your own evil your own good obsolete 1000 seed a clouded descent straight to the center of the hive labyrinth...

i stare out my window and into yours. looking for something to fuck myself to. either change the channel or pull the fucking shade. its all bad T.V. with nothing but bad T.V. in-between. why the fuck do you even exist? 

concussion doesn't sideline, but recharges. now you're in a world of shit. listen to the night as it hovers overhead, can you hear it laughing? draw the joker card... how did that get back in the deck? scowl mask removed from back pocket. the tighter the fit,...

This is complete nihilism, wrapped in a Zionist plot. With exploding school buses. 

When my grandfather was a child All he’d get for Christmas was a carton of cigarettes These days that would be an expensive gift for a kid 

circus angel clipped wings bleed free of captivity my heaven will have you you don't miss your fire until your hell runs dry 

aspire to reduce your world to a monitor screen. finger fuck a keyboard into ecstasy. fat nuts, dumpy butt dilbert fleshed into being