Curse your daughters. Curse your sons. Blood on the altar — see it
Run. Slaughter with a glance, a wish…The glass is moving, it spells out
Y-O-U OWE ME. Know me! You know what i can do when i’m screaming from
Inside. Go hide! go hide go hide away and cringe. I’ve got your
Picture, i’ve got the pins. I’ve got a picture of HIM! But did you warn
Him? Effigies of my baby!! ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
@ [sample: «…of you all i do dream of you all night through boop boop
@ be doop…» — 1920’s-ish kind of song]