I still get angry I still get sad And the losers Still drive me mad And I wonder If I have anything to say anymore Oh yea I wonder If I have anything
Translation: L7. The Masses Are Asses.
Oh lord of darkness, we entreat you, that you receive and accept this sacrifice, which we offer you. For we bear your mark and wish for you to fulfill
mess Up in that dress She's sweating bullets I'm not impressed Her make-up's running Her heels are broke But that won't stop her Watch her get messed
get lucky, love will be a cruise. There are so many roads, Which one you gonna choose. But there's a rish you know you've gotta take, No messing, a choice