Third: Laugh in the face of puny glass shards. PAIN IS PLEASURE.
Third: Laugh in the face of puny glass shards. PAIN IS PLEASURE.
Fourth, throw throwing knives till he runs out of mystic protections. Laugh as he blows load on recoverable projectiles.
"White needles buried in the red
The engine roars and then it gives
But never dies
'Cause we don't live
We just survive
On the scraps that you throw away"
-Re-education (Through Labor), Rise Against