| I happened to stumbled upon a chapel last night, and I can't help but back up when I think of what happens inside. I've got friends locked in boxes (that's no way to live) what you're calling a sin isn't up to them. After all, I thought we were all your children. But I will die for my own sins, thanks a lot. We rise up ourselves, thanks for nothing at all! So up off the ground, our forefathers are nothing but dust now! One Foot - Fun. |








