Very interesting vibe going on here. Sent in by one of our stunning readers, it seems someone has something against FNB.
Apparently the little skulls have been made from old bank slips and mashed together and reformed into the image of death.
FNB ATM’s – TOXIC
With the taste of your lips I’m on a ride
You’re toxic I’m slippin’ under
With the taste of the poison paradise
I’m addicted to you, don’t you know that you’re toxic?
And I love what you do, don’t you know that you’re toxic?
[thanks warren]
