Thank you for a fun-key time. Call me up whenever you want to grind.
Prince, Darling Nikki
A moment ends, I’ve got my rhymes
Whatever comes, I write it down
So knock me out and shoot me down
With mics in hand, we’ll stand against the test of time
Sometime I read poetry
You’ll be eaten by the blackness
Of your rotting mind that’s dying
You’re consumed with sharpened wings
That penetrate your frightened lying
Go Forth Be conquered
Go forth and die
Go forth be conquered
Go forth and die
Go forth and die
Go forth and die
Go forth and die
Go forth and die
-Dethklok, “Go Forth and Die”, from the album The Dethalbum.
