Local Stories

I've suddenly gotten old I'm rather set in my waysBut when I go dining outI'm the one that has to pay. Some like the one eateryThey claim it's almost heavenTo me that place is notI just call it Barf Evans. Another sits on every cornerWith arches of gold on siteThe food there is terribleIt tastes of ground up tripe. Other places are mere copiesAll over our fine landThe food is always the sameKind of tasteless and bland Giv...

Running through each and every hall, Dead ends, Friends have been killed, One is tied up, stuck, Little kid, murdered. Eyes wild, Knife in hand, He chases me. "I'm going crazy without you... it's hard to believe, but I'm having fun." Alesana, The Murderer. He killed her brother, why not me?