this lets me serve yr purpose
i claim what;s mine & drown you
bloodletting yr subconscious
a loss of all control.

i spread yr life wide open
& you don;t like what you see
this trepanning won;t ease you
a loss of all control.

& you serve them well
trade yrs in for gold
bought & sold.

i;ve come to reap this reward
i brake you
forsake you
my time to even the score.

controls yr mind
give it time.

oh yes,
you served them well.

music: smashing pumpkins - zero
mood: my fucking templates suck