judas priest for an entire generation there seems high on fumes of an aerosol tell you beauty killed the beast machine one day you was jerking off to some pictures in a skin magazine underwear and catalogs cut deep by the looking glass horrified at the reflection she sees your expression is taken off of some faces that you ain t never seen and choreogradialogue smiling faces of the multi billion dollar marketing team
['neo honky tonk', 'tempe indie']