We Have Reached An Offical Verdict Nobody Gives A Sh*t-The Locust

Belching into the atmosphere, new erections still the same as those filthy f**king old ones. Now its known there is no heaven on this shore or Any other damn shore for that matter. Sh*t-sucking kings and a**-licking peasants with Their foreign tongues licking someone's foreign affair Only because signs show that we must fly from here. Shave that matted faux fur suit. Hey incarceration generation Now listen to what the preacher has to say about life, but Don't listen to what the man of faith has to say about petty details like death and despair. Haven't you heard yet? No one listens to anyone anyhow. Take that aimless aim and let it rip. Open fire when you hit the shore. Relax, its only the smell of some sea men. Fire! Hand-me-down hamburger.