"Never is whenever you dream about pancakes ruining your slippers outside of your tent"

Music: In Flames -> A sense of purpose

Should I join the bleeding feast of mankind? The laws are getting taller every time you say banana. Let this night explode your evil intentions. The exit is always where you left it. Never is whenever you dream about pancakes ruining your slippers outside of your tent. Exploding tenets of God are destroying the evil intentions of Jesus. Cheese is the main ingredient for our step. Horses eat grass to become who they are, men eat dead people to get high. Why do they run? They all seem to kill people without even noticing it. This feeling of shit is better than our big cheese made of blood. The orchid will always blossom on your virgin soul. Even the notice of God is giving without a sign. I feel like I'm going to give you cake in a matter of times and orders. Everything you give is your intentions. Clowns will pay my bills today, more and more evil. The poem of life is lying in front of you, but the mirror does not reflect your kindness. Therefore the payment of God involves killing animals while drinking beer. Horrid creatures from your afterlife will come and chase you. You will never find peace. Wherever you are, they will find you, whenever you go, they will dance and whenever you dream, your soul will be on fire. Women are standing outside the rebellious temple of hate. The doors of sorrow are feeling your hateful mourning. What are the cries of mankind? Are they the ones to lie? Will you be the one to kill our headmaster? Please keep the door shut, or else I will take your pork and slaughter it! Sleepless dreams call upon you. Your hateful hate is easing the pain of need. The windows are shining and illuminating your curses. Why are there anyone who would like a thing about ash? Fire creates ash, ash is created by fire... Whom is the only reason to dig graves? Lying on the ground, inside the funeral pyre. Does it feel good to burn up as you feel the flames? This will be the day our majority of people are the ones to be convicted of rabbit throwing. If you blame them, will you be the one to blame? Or will the people of your inside, penetrating your mind without the need of wooden sticks. The mask will always stay behind your back, if you tell me your lies. Murderous house is filled with crates. The crates contain your life without bananas. Will they ever be free? Will you ever define the deeds of apples? Masking people is the only way to get peaceful inside. Prosperous writing will never be your way of solving questions on your own. They will take your mind and soul, bind them to your leg and strap your thighs into the air. Inside your mourning face a tear falls apart. The last tear... Our mankind is ending your ways. It's easier to kill men with an axe than killing people with machine-guns. Death will be the perfect way to be your dad, without the need to feel your fateful mind. Life found a secret, it is where you will be thrown into abyss. And the cages will be forever locked.