Monday, July 05, 2004
HOME. Who are we, the Shuteye Train? We are the ones who write with guns, the ones who will make the beheadings stop. We eat false prophets for breakfast. You've gotten our attention. You'll wish you hadn't. We are forever and you are the past, waiting for us to deliver the pluperfect auxiliary, hard as a hammer. Pray for peace and your prostitute virgins. We'll answer with war and the rape of your faith, that whore of the faith of your fathers. We are four, you are millions, and you haven't a chance against us.