"and your beautiful face lights up my...
they all speak the same...

She smiles,
as she sips...

Are you one of us?
Another sculpture molded by your parents...

Mountainous terrain from
irritant to...

The liquid charm,
running from arm...

Now you've got a space,
to compromise...

The cult,
the incest...

Mind, breaths slipping,
turning...

Did they say when
you made it to think...

Glazing over the cross-hairs on my arm
displaying the sadist mission to...

When the ringing subsides,
ill talk my speach...

She could've always climbed the mountain to see...