Why Film The Carnage?
Paint It Black
We can't build as fast as you tear down. I need some relief. I'm driving nails with my fucking skull, you pull them out with your teeth. What makes you think you can fuck with this?
It's our sacred ground. Defiled it with your bottom line. Tear out the heart, parade the corpse around. Still here. Still carry that torch. You burned your hands and went way off course.
