I don't even consume wrists
I consume actual food
Anything’s food if you’re demon enough
Anything’s food if you’re demon enough
Oh, you poor Anklet, I feel deeply for your ankle-deprived existence
The desire to consume has returned, I sense ankles nearby
Oh, you poor Anklet, I feel deeply for your ankle-deprived existence
The desire to consume has returned, I sense ankles nearby
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My avatar screes in hunger, an unsatisfiable hunger more powerful than the gods themselves.
What does it hunger for, you ask?
ankles
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And, what makes everyone decide I’m the luck GOD? Ahem? Sweeping hand motion to avatar and vista
And, what makes everyone decide I’m the luck GOD? Ahem? Sweeping hand motion to avatar and vista
The ankles of cyborgs are never tasty...
Especially robotic dragon God's ankles
I couldn't have the slightest of clues, fellow God
My title is self proclaimed from the start, a sign of how irrational I may just be
I couldn't have the slightest of clues, fellow God
My title is self proclaimed from the start, a sign of how irrational I may just be
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My avatar screes in hunger, an unsatisfiable hunger more powerful than the gods themselves.
What does it hunger for, you ask?
ankles
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I EARNED my status. I did not have it from the start.
Earning, giving, proclaiming; what’s the difference if you can prove you can hold the title?
Earning, giving, proclaiming; what’s the difference if you can prove you can hold the title?
Stuck-up ankle sounds
I can only pray others will acknowledge my existence, the God of Ankles awaits that day with great hope
Stuck-up ankle sounds
I can only pray others will acknowledge my existence, the God of Ankles awaits that day with great hope
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My avatar screes in hunger, an unsatisfiable hunger more powerful than the gods themselves.
What does it hunger for, you ask?
ankles
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PROVE you say
Oh, I can prove it...
PROVE you say
Oh, I can prove it...
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My avatar screes in hunger, an unsatisfiable hunger more powerful than the gods themselves.
What does it hunger for, you ask?
ankles
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