[brokenhal0]

when in rome i roam about when the romans known i was known about
a open mouth your all the same lame with a ball and chain
nails driven in my wrist tears mixing with my pain i bet you know my name
open flames swords with opal handles blood splatter over roman candles
amulets is the air i spit ambience in the air i etch air eye S
yes its here i guess we stand on the sphere i catch apollo with the swollen eye
hollows in the loaded 9 you gwallo with the solar line follow with the cloak of sky
behold a pale mule with 23 bricks in her open mind
show the sign of silence when the operation goes south
a thousand islands hit that big mac and his brains will blow out