Something Must Be Wrong With Me To

That's As Nutty As Squirrel Turds

Cats Choose Us; We Don't Own Them

...night Has Chosen Thee; Thy Death Will Be Thy Birth. Night Calls To Thee; Harken To Her Sweet Voice. Your Destiny Awaits You At The House Of Night.

We All Have Bad Things Inside Us, And We All Choose Either To Give In To Those Bad Things Or To Fight Them.

Then Your Heart Is A Black, Shriveled Thing, Because You Absoluteky Betray Me.