Oil of you can come and go fuck yourselfs.

Modernists afterlife's like mobility-geekism.

Paradise, paradise you little thugs!

Your kids never question who comes first.

Just another art for life experience.

Our best hens never question who came first.

Let's just talk true lies for false facts.

Your kids ain't got shit but play like Hallelujah.

Can't wait for you to wait for me.

Slow down to get together.

All things can be mortal combat.

Robin's fortune telling again.

Somewhere between Marcel and Marcel.

Don't you throw yourself away again?

Nothing to do when the flood is over.

As if we travel too much sometimes.

Slide away but come back soon.

See me on your 30th.

Who is who's next turn?

TRUST the BUTTMANN foundation.

Have you ever seen the return of those swamp things?

So you follow these clowns through the night.

Come get some left for dead to call of duty-free real life affects.

Somewhere between two smiles of Hokusai.

As we wipe out reality, we will see this through.

However you feel this totality becomes ridiculous.

Sometimes you fill up their space with your beautiful slaughter.

Do you still believe in those '69 unchain reactions?

Never escape, always awake.

Don't cry over spilled milk.

TRUST the BUTTMANN foundation.

Rainbow country isn't a borderless statement.

They're all players, they do nothing, they just wanna art.

Come get some left for dead to call of duty-free real life affects.

The sea-ders hide if you want to hide Lebanon.

The mothers eat fermented grapes, and the daughters get pointed teeth.

The uprising of things falling apart.

AIN'T GOT NO I GOT LIFE.

Sorry but there is not what you are looking for.