May we be the first to self-incinerate and may the mustard smoke from our bones be inhaled and consumed by the king cobras and queen bees of our world The stinger is in our hands A poison sac is in our skulls The last strike will be made by us
May we be the first to self-incinerate and may the mustard smoke from our bones be inhaled and consumed by the king cobras and queen bees of our world The stinger is in our hands A poison sac is in our skulls The last strike will be made by us