Six Days Untill We Break Face

Lost in disillusion of our prowess.
Can we make it till Halloween.
We are the weenies. The teeny weenies.
Eat our brains.
Find our destiny in brown bags of spectacular awesomeness.

Thank you for your attention… (SCREAM IN THE SHAPE OF YOUR FEELINGS…)

Catapaults and gasmaks
Friendly hugs and sneak attacks
Unassure, and unaware
Face the self, face the bear!

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Wipe the sweat and blood from your brow
It might be war, but its to the death
Savor this moment, savor this breath

Answer the door
Scream in the shape of your feelings
Load the gun
Hold the crutch while you are kneeling