Cult

Cigarettes have killed millions.

I wish I would have thought of that.

What the f**k smells like tooth loss in here?

We've got lamb on the door waiting for the angel.

Walking through blood knee high.

I wish I would have thought of that.

What the f**k smells like bad priest in here?

We've got blood on the door.

God-war. Death-president.

Let's get hopped up on horse tranquilizers and play with claw hammers.

Maybe stop at the tendon and try to keep this screwdriver out of your neck.

Hey kids, the Jesus-reaper wears a cowboy hat.

(These plowshares have fashioned the perfect swords. I kneel with one eye on the clock. High up in our heaven they'll laugh and smoke cigars when natural selection renders this rock a vacant lot - Trevor Strnad).

We should apologize... say we're sorry.

If you hadn't sprayed our throats on the floor, Micheal.