1 Death quote by Misfits
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Death climbs up the steps one by one.
— Misfits
Compulsively you'll die...
Anything is what she is.
Look into sick eyes...
Anywhere is where she's from.
I can't get there on my own.
Inside a wall street mind a psycho lurks.
Point me to the sky above.
Anything is what she'll be.
The sweet asphyxiation and dismemberment.
Struggling to breathe -Go!
To give you the rose that's been burnt by her son.
Sex puts me in the mood to make you die.
