Beautifully broken hearts impaled with loves darts, languorous lay on the floor. Piles of this vile substance flood in around your feet. Warning you of the Sex Mod. Warning Warning Plotting the perfect warfare the flawless plan that will work to make you week, week with its beauty. Waiting for the right moment in time to make your heart theirs. Give into me and you will be screaming with boiling over with great satisfaction. With the words they speak you grow week. Every whisper makes you twist and turn. Trust in the masses for every broken heart knows best. Self strength is slowly slipping. Away Away. Communistic rule is quickly creeping in. Soon to be nothing more than the scarred Red Infection. Merging into the color of the masses. Your thoughts are not of your own but one of the Mod. Your mind is no longer yours your no longer in control. The Mob is here there were you once where. The Sex Mob.