She Isn't Real

Iowa free Slipknot are yee. I step up to be the face of your race. If you need a record manager please pick me. I feel you are worthy for East Berlin scene. All the hatchet weilding will blow in the stateside show. Trinckets then on stage that "day" which is night to yee. Hair 9 inches long, on stage is 12. These bitches are so demonic you will see me in 1977, at the age of 7 trying to fight of heaven for all of yee. It was a Nazi ritual and the knife was bowie. I turned the evidence of my memory in in Indy. Who cares who shares, aren't we all unweilded by greed. I have your steed left over from even Muncie. I keep him low for the show. He will be all of it, even crow. Disrespect, he will make correct. Love of corpse is me even back in 73. I am the one to eat, even my bare feet. Asia will leave this nation with your purification. Vommit like a comet. Stay away from Russian strain. I listen to your new record online as I write. Normally the connection is interupted, so satanistically solid, but now it flows perfectly for the sound of demonry. You are lovely, just lovely, I come to yee willingly. Promote the toe of Dimagio, not my DiVinci code. He is MY Mary Magdalin and I use a white lace scarf to enter his rigamortis serpant in. We are the divinity of the sea beneath the earth actually. In his lair, I did sleep so soundly as you did creep. He is infinity guilty, and thus innocent to me. Your love for me will be silent, thus you can be more violent. We can be friendly, but his jealousy is deadly when it comes to yee. Knock knock, dalai at the door. Knives of resistance. Make him your "first time."