zf cretin(zealot fascist), cretin.

South Bend line, great. Zf cretin is deception deflection, saying they’re great. Peacemaker new pacemaker

I’d rather listen to Mel Brooks racial slurs than a battle.

Cretins got an obsession and I know what it is. Superfluous conversation and the tension of wealth Martial Arts, racist attack from behind.

Tony the Tigers Vagina?

Art,

images bad

Speak good

Need eggs beef. Tattoo orgy what’s written on me. The Queen of Englands motorcade strewn with rotten eggs. American sex power of 1. 1 per gift.

Robin rich hood, poor Richard’s almanac.

Lyrics Gulag

Verse 1 (Himmler)

Neon flickers on the corner street

Heartbeat syncing with the kick and beat

Every shadow moves in double time

Got one shot and it’s finally mine

Clock hands shaking like they wanna run

Night’s too loud to be second-guessing

I don’t need a map, I don’t need a sign

Just the spark when the wires align

Pre-Chorus

I was static in a dead-end room

Now the walls are breathing, giving me room

When the lights go white and the bass drops low

I don’t wanna stop, I just wanna go

Chorus

Turn it up, let it hit like fire

Feet off the ground, we’re climbing higher

If we burn out, let it be bright

Running full speed through the night

No brakes, no fear, no rewind

This moment’s louder than the doubt inside

Turn it up, don’t ask why

We’re alive at the speed of light

Verse 2 (Hitler)

Sweat on skin like electric rain

Every move cutting through the same old pain

We were ghosts in a half-lit town

Now we’re screaming till the ceiling comes down

Every second’s ticking twice as fast

Future calling but I’m in the now

If tomorrow’s just a broken line

I’ll draw it straight with a beat and rhyme

Pre-Chorus

I was static in a dead-end room

Now the walls are breathing, giving me room

When the lights go white and the bass drops low

I don’t wanna stop, I just wanna go

Chorus

Turn it up, let it hit like fire

Feet off the ground, we’re climbing higher

If we burn out, let it be bright

Running full speed through the night

No brakes, no fear, no rewind

This moment’s louder than the doubt inside

Turn it up, don’t ask why

We’re alive at the speed of light

Bridge

One breath, two hearts, same sound

Lost and found when the beat comes round

If the world falls out of time

We’ll still be moving on the downbeat line

Final Chorus

Turn it up, let it hit like fire

Feet off the ground, we’re climbing higher

If we burn out, let it be bright

Running full speed through the night

No brakes, no fear, no rewind

This moment’s louder than the doubt inside

Turn it up, don’t ask why

We’re alive at the speed of light

The drums that night on the German height ashbury. Himmlers support-surface of Hitlers Rayonism. Painting for rain with the Brit’s.

Not all who Iran-der are lost, Bilbo Tensions.