Lletres:
Last Felony The Too Many Humans

spewing from her probably most prolific money-making orifices even more aggravating to match her nauseating, unkempt appearance, yet she?d probably be even uglier had she showered in the last

will, in the end it all means the same thing; too many fucking humans. Never again will I have to feel a stranger?s skin in contact with mine or have their human

You have every right to hate me, but for fuck?s sakes do not defend me. You do not know me, and most of these songs are probably about people just like you. The last

I still remember when it started. How do we fall asleep? Unanswered it kept me awake. Am I a series of reactions (A constant domino effect from the big

Bureaucracy ? A democracy in an office. But I don?t remember electing the bastard I work for. He just sucked cock all the way to the top. Come to think