fist feels so lonely. And everyone's watching. The fist feels so lonely. Their eyes are exhausting. Inside something dies. He's buried alive. Buried alive
knows back home is sporting black clothes / Looking glum as usual...it's all too familliar / I put the fun back into funeral. My morbid humor'll kill ya' / For all
head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon the brain remains conscious for 10 seconds" "What's the matter with ya'll, I'll spatter ya'll, against
