Weak Teeth
no one is going to hell more than us
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look at your filthy fucking hands. donât feel remorse. i donât care if youâre sorry, i just want you to die. not get out on bail, not do any time. the matrix you invented is algorithmic crime, fiercely organized, designed to undermine. this can be expected from a market free to roam to steal your fucking home. oh precious blade, let me taste their blood. theyâll pay for what theyâve done. the day is coming with nowhere left to run. theyâll pay for what theyâve done.
- Album:
- What A Plague You Are