And when I say holding out on me I dont mean s**. I mean the fact you still refuse to talk to me without obfuscation.
Cut me, saw me, set me on fire, bat me, you cant kill whats already dead, I no longer feel pain, but you do. I am the devils son in red, and I am dead.
Demon Kane
Your spine will be the Halloween sacrifice And your soul will fuel hells fire.
