Woorden: Screeching Weasel. Kill The Musicians. Stab Stab Stab.

i'm sick of this room and i'm sick of you i won't ever break there's only two of you there's two of me too you can't ever win why won't you die i've got something on you there's nothing you can do i know where the knives are lock me inside but i'll find my way back to where i live