4.24sSo repeat after me: If I withhold the truth, may I go straight to hell,
2.33swhere I will eat naught but burning-hot coals...
2.7sand drink naught but burning-hot cola.
2.47sWhere fiery demons will punch me in the back,
2.27swhere my soul will be chopped into confetti...
2.3sand strewn upon a parade of murderers and single mothers,
3.34swhere my tongue will be torn out by ravenous birds.