Текст: The Holly Springs Disaster. Absolut Balderdash.

There was a time when i felt fine with consitency

but now im 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, were 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 sucking on the tounge of the serpant.



OH SHIT