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Texty: Find Him And Kill Him. Cut Them To Pieces. Robbed.


We sit and stare while our lives go on without us num and content while our insides rot
robbed this
with our this shit
own consent this shit sucks the life out we throw our money away with each pack we buy
we're placated and happy just to watch our kids grow up in front of the television
the tobacco teamroller rolls on
Find Him And Kill Him