I had five boys tell me that I showed up in there dreams on Saturday night.
Apparently I was very busy raiding the minds of young men.
That should probably happen more often.
Feels so nice and hopeless when I'm burning through your skull.
In my head. In my head.
I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your brain.
In my head. In my head.
-Black Flag
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