Jack order some Wendys
How the hell is it my turn again
Order some Wendys
I'm gonna shoot you in the face
I got a shoe
So do I
I got 3 shoes
That's my shoe
Oh Jon you poor soul
By observation of the hammer we shall bring failure to the titan
We return our abrogated meekness forced by the machine
With each wave we will pray for the red setting sun
With each red setting sun we will pray for a purified one