Madness string 43310

Random mermaid
We sing the song of the seven children and the father who so lovingly murdered them. The chorus is written in stone. The verses are written in radio waves. We reach. We pull. We pluck a verse for you, sweetling - always for you.

Man, if you're going to use a word to insult a judge, at least make sure it's a real word. I mean, that's just embarrassing.