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Our dead cells are the front of shop.

Tu peux acheter ça, et ça, et ça.

Slaughtered flesh in the showcase.

Tu peux donner tellement de moula.

Ferrari Enzo,

All in Kenzo.

« Hush, little culver.

I'll soon birth thee anew, a sweeting fresh and pure...

Be not afeard, little culver.

Come, sweetings, time to be born, anew.

Ahh, my beloved...Have no fear, I will hold thee. Patience.

Ye will be countless born, forever and ever.

Thy fate lieth under my moon.

Come, Oath-sworn giant/dragon »

Walk to our garage, it's a car lot.

Til we spread these fuckers blood.

Altars of gore.

Humanity's lore.

Putrid bills defecations.

Money bags vomited.

Plastified vivisection.

Hypoallergenic deflagration.

Latex scalpels.

Bright new skin.

Surgical style.

Chemical injection.

Shop, shop, shop.

Bright new gloves.

I'm real.