i saw the grave stones i saw nine year old boys somehow i knew they hated me you can live as long as you want to live lately all i want is to be in you hole sleep without a dream as cold as it seems its my destiny how many men have been in your sacred hole (how many dead men god?) as i spread her thighs my life flashes before my eyes soothing, disturbing i'm intoxicated with fear how many men have died? in your dirty hole how many men lay dead from this killing hole
