May we be the next to self-incinerate and may the mustard smoke from our bones be inhaled and consumed by the king cobras and queen bees of our world
The stinger is in our hands
A poison sac is in our skulls
The last strike will be made by us
May we be the next to self-incinerate and may the mustard smoke from our bones be inhaled and consumed by the king cobras and queen bees of our world
The stinger is in our hands
A poison sac is in our skulls
The last strike will be made by us