Forget about that film that one with te rounds we make with the guns we hold up to the temples we build and from what i recall it ended on a sour note just like that call where the rug was pulled from underneath you you're not going to last, mr. axe-grinder not like this with your general store know how and your future all lodged in plastic they make suits for your weekdays so that you can decide which one looks best for you to buried in constant rotation unending relief? with the culture you speak? not on your fucking life (or lack there of) guard up we're about to choose sides and get on with out headlines