Pig mounts his steed. Kick the beast in gear. Lead in chamber. - TopicsExpress



          

Pig mounts his steed. Kick the beast in gear. Lead in chamber. Ready to kill. Interceptor. Interceptor. You cant run from the interceptor. Leather shred on pavement. Oil blends to blood. Barrel and the bullet. Trigger slips, youre dead. Interceptor. Interceptor. You cant reason with the interceptor. That pigs a faceless bastion of hatred. Silent and racist. A gun without a soul. For every serve and protect theres an ego left unchecked. On the night you least expect youll face the lights of the interceptor.
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 20:49:52 +0000

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