Word Has It God Smokes Cigarettes Lyrics & Chords By All The Heathers Are Dying

I am no one Put on this world as a killer With my words you die Turn around the blinding With a mask of lies You prepare the bodies, and i'll prepare the ice Murderer with...read more

I have written a tragedy down below where the pretty boys come to die. Although, I'm spitting phrases of nothing to save myself the embarrassment of apology. The caption read,...read more

A fond farwell to safety and comfort its time to dance with the devil kill the self righteous slave driver he winds the clock that you punch in/pounch out the barrel in your mouth cock...read more

You won't even hear me coming. Flattery honed like a radar detector. I've mastered the art of procrastination and I've come prepared for situations alike. We'll be...read more

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