She's picking ghostflowers, from her soul She's clipping the wings Of fallen angels! — Otep Copy Share Image
Then they outsourced my job and gave a raise to my boss. Bailed out the banks but billed me for the loss. — Otep Copy Share Image
Riot gear, the slaves are here. Piling corpses high. Its the rich man's war but its the poor that fight. — Otep Copy Share Image
We are the 1000 children of death. We're in-between, on the fence. Non-descript antagonists. I'm in-between, on the fence. Non-descript antagonist! — Otep Copy Share Image
In the Psalm of the Fiends Love.....discriminates while the fat cats feed the rats their daily dose of cake. — Otep Copy Share Image
She sold her soul for designer clothes. For the perfect lips and the perfect nose. — Otep Copy Share Image
So waterboard the kids for fun. It's all the rage and play born-again American Resistance is the game. — Otep Copy Share Image
Give me your tired, give me your sick, give me your indulgence and decadence. He lied, they died, keep the peasants terrified — Otep Copy Share Image
She's picking ghostflowers, from her soul She's clipping the wings Of fallen angels! — Otep Copy Share Image
Here's your introduction to destruction & the hate sustaining me. Are we safer or in danger? Drowning in atrocities? — Otep Copy Share Image
