But now I'm fine with you and those legs in the dress that I see.

A pack of cougars, a man of holiness take the front row,

I pick a spot in the middle, my hand on my pistol, my eyes on the floor. Everybody raise their glass, we're getting fucked up tonight,

That's right.

Death of a harvest

Winters nights are hardest, thats when I see her voice again.

She hides in the cellar, a goddamn coward i say,

See light, you coward

See light, see day.



OH SHIT.

I feel myself falling again, when i begin to frost.



OH SHIT.



I pick a spot in the middle, my fucking hand on my pistol, eyes on the door. Turn out the lights, see which one fits right.

I am the chosen one, you're trembling at the sight of the snake.

You are the servant, you're sucking on the tounge of the serpant.



OH SHIT