He hurt people
He killed
He'd drill holes in their heads and eat their insides
They gave their souls to him
They were scared of what he'd do next
But he was just as terrified as they were
A creation of anger and loneliness
Raising the glass
He says that the universe has no regrets
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 11:39 AM UTC
He hurt people
He killed
He'd drill holes in their heads and eat their insides
They gave their souls to him
They were scared of what he'd do next
But he was just as terrified as they were
A creation of anger and loneliness
Raising the glass
He says that the universe has no regrets
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