- Grant Access
- Track Account
- Gift Paid Account
go ask alice;
Into the hole again, we hurried along our way
into a once-glorious garden now seeped in dark decay
Mange-ridden to the core, he leads me through the fray
With the toss of a Jackbomb, I clear abominations from our way.
They taunt me about the burning as if I were to blame,
I clear them from my conscious with the eloquence of my blade.
If it's my keen invention you'd like to destroy
I'll withstand your best shot; I've got the right toy.