don't you know we're outlaws
givin' the finger to death itself
I roll my eyes a bit as Remi asks what regular hours are. He’s right. Regular is so fucking underrated. But as he begins to realize the state he’s in, I just chuckle and shake my head. “Nah. S’your house yer gettin’ all dirty. And ain’t nothin’ I haven’t seen before.” I take a look around the area and choose a random seat that looks comfortable, because I been standin’ all night and could use a rest. As I do, I find that that selfsame curiosity that will take me down to the shrine is here again and I have to ask - “Whatcha workin on, then?”
They call him The Alchemist, but I have to admit that a simple person like myself doesn’t know what that means, or what one does. Science-y things, I suppose, maybe something that has to do with magic? Both of which are properly beyond my ken, unless it’s the science of makin’ booze and handlin’ the minds of drunks.
They call him The Alchemist, but I have to admit that a simple person like myself doesn’t know what that means, or what one does. Science-y things, I suppose, maybe something that has to do with magic? Both of which are properly beyond my ken, unless it’s the science of makin’ booze and handlin’ the minds of drunks.
we got no one to hide from
no one to toast our health
RAZA
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