Someday you all will perish in the fire of my hate. Someday you all will drown in a sea of my tears. Someday you all will choke on the length of my hair. Someday you all will smother under the weight of my tits. And you will run, you will run to the hills. And you will run, you will run for your lives. (held) And you will die, you will die content and happy.