Here is where I’ll die, for sure.
This ain’t no fantasy, boy.
It ain’t a mystery, baby, not to me.
When I sin, I sin real good.
When you’re seeing 20 things at a time, you just can’t slow things down, baby.
Cracked necks by settled limbs, they don’t hesitate.
Mommy, I’m a good boy. Mommy, I’m a fuckin’ savior.
Misfits songs at the first Samhain show.
Prime directive: Exterminate this whole fuckin’ place.
That time The Misfits were a screamo band.