Treat fall comatose state State Auto death Astral echo Sun.
Blood splatter here feel self search [ok]
Life is subject and I know me life is dead. [ok]
Not returned because he knows plenty about his real intentions.

In the fall, it all achieved this strength reduction
Pull off the limb, such as a black spill sludge
Already, also pistol roads known listen 9 mm footprint.
We running time no more behind my body shrapnel.

Reminds me of the back and enjoy it.
Glass breath cut paper pieces.
Discover the amazing peeling skin recovery.
If you can kill me; ready to undertake my darkness.

Just now, in the cut throat and head and the next run
I already; hints of the existence of the following
how to standby dots will be shown.
Look, I rolled her mother, she felt it. This is love.

Tripping from the photos of the drip and the Saints leading extreme cold stairs hell come to God and you know the first one says.

"This is love."

(it's a song about a killer feeling his actions are right, and also is paranoid of witnesses)