Aah, I see this board goes hand in hand with the divine art of violent sodomy, yes indeed. Let me know when you can't stand the pain from getting assraped by a baseball bat
STAINS OF LUNACY
I am the theatre
Of mental tragedy
I keep the sources deep inside
Of pure insanity
My visitors are afraid
Of the feeling of fear
But I know that their mind
Wont make it disappear
Within my walls, resides the realm of panic
Blood stained handprints decorate my walls...
Heads on the wall
I'm looking at heads on the wall
DEEEAAAD Yet allllliiiiiiivee!!
Head's on the wall
I'm they're staring at me
My favorite K.D.-record actually