She's like a wolf with such pretty eyes.
But she's a woman with prettier thighs
Don't look to hard or she'll eat you up, you silly pup!
And what did you think?
Was she the pack mother or the canine sphynx?
We're all dead tonight thanks to the ebb of the tide. The moon smiles and squeals inside at the breath and the sight of our homicide.
If you asked the hungry, they'd say they're glad that we died
Because they feast on our flesh
On the Earth we are but guests.
Know your place lest you rest in a coffin lined with the sorrow of your regret and carved from branches of your potential. It's essential that you respect lady death.
Don't step out of line.
Step out of line your life is mine, the universe is mine. The stars and the heavens combined.
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 2:54 AM UTC
She's like a wolf with such pretty eyes.
But she's a woman with prettier thighs
Don't look to hard or she'll eat you up, you silly pup!
And what did you think?
Was she the pack mother or the canine sphynx?
We're all dead tonight thanks to the ebb of the tide. The moon smiles and squeals inside at the breath and the sight of our homicide.
If you asked the hungry, they'd say they're glad that we died
Because they feast on our flesh
On the Earth we are but guests.
Know your place lest you rest in a coffin lined with the sorrow of your regret and carved from branches of your potential. It's essential that you respect lady death.
Don't step out of line.
Step out of line your life is mine, the universe is mine. The stars and the heavens combined.
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