Cult

Cigarettes have killed millions.
 I wish I would have thought of that.
 What the fuck smells like tooth loss in here?
 We've got lamb on the door waiting for the angel.
 Walking through blood knee high.
 I wish I would have thought of that.
 What the fuck smells like bad priest in here?
 We've got blood on the door.
 God-war. Death-president.
 Let's get hopped up on horse tranquilizers and play with claw hammers.
 Maybe stop at the tendon and try to keep this screwdriver out of your neck.
 Hey kids, the Jesus-reaper wears a cowboy hat.
 (These plowshares have fashioned the perfect swords. I kneel with one eye on the clock. High up in our heaven they'll laugh and smoke cigars when natural selection renders this rock a vacant lot - Trevor Strnad).
 We should apologize... say we're sorry.
 If you hadn't sprayed our throats on the floor, Micheal.