I'll kiss you from your feet 
To where your head begins!
You're so perfect!
You're so right as rain!
You make me Make me hungry 
again.

Return Of The Living Dead

See the corpses rise from there graves,
listen close you can hear them say,
they can smell your brains, they can smell your brains

LOST,

Everything suffocates I N THE DUST OF PAST,

fortunes squandered,

the empire of lies to whom you pandered,

Suffer a self-imposed exile, taste the bitter fruits of denial