Hell is round the corner where I shelter. No need to answer till I take furthur evidence. I seem to need a reference to get residence. So judge me for labour, live version of the song. We're hungry beware of our appetite.
Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight.
The kill which I share with my passengers. We take our fill, take our fill, take our fill. Confused by different memories, Details of Asian remedies Conversations, of what's become of enemies. So I listen he's a calm type. And as I grow, I grow collective.