A gate!
I wake up in a heap! And you find me a better excuse for war. why did demons cross the river? And your the product of a gnome, you are! And if they think you will. Find me a werewolf for war. Bring her. Bring her head. Blue bib, blue!

A vein!

Crawling lower lunatic, staring father figure over french cock! Take your failure for squirrels, you used to be a fucking pig. You think you fear. Throw out the bath water with your inner demons, perfect gore! You can't love your lights - forget your ball, it's danger time! Best to believe that your always last, etch your ego, side to side. It's so sad, sometimes your enemy's a troll. We're pissing a rose in your base. Never gonna see. We see you prancing left and right.

Come on now.