Dead to the target.
Ref. Dead to target/ x2
Testify, bitch, confess, asshole.
Never head the truth, the fucked-up facts.
Names, names, addresses, contacts.
1) You sit alone in the enemy committee.
Brownish-red with stars on the togas.
You can hear them howling.
They're fighting.
Life.
Ref 2. Over dead bodies to target/ x2
Confess, you whore!
We know everything, we know the facts
Addresses, names, contacts!
2) On the back of the praetorian and the crowd murmuring
Last Hope Ass Salvation
In front of the worst sold rabble.
In agony.
He's shoving.
