Grade. Headfirst Straight To Hell. Termites Hollow. Zeneszám

every word she said lured me into surrounding my fingers around her throat now I roll along with her severed head her design is fit only for a creature as foul as every word she said was like feeding paint chips to an infant her coil was comforting with black blood and a frozen touch hopefully the hordes of worms will take the rest of her away as I roll along with her severed head