When you drive by a graveyard, don't ever forget...
Missing persons don't just vanish
They Come Out at Night
Призрак любви возвращается
I am invisible. I am inaudible. The enemy's fate is in my hands.
They Look Like Us. They Act Like Us.
those who die, pass to the other side. those who escape, have Hell to pay
It's illegal. It's immoral. And it's always deadly.
...from the Honky Tonks to the penthouses...the creeps, the hoods, the killers come out to war with the city!
He's Taylor-made for her !