Thots
作曲 : Bustany, McGuire, Patterson ...
nothings changedthe senates still corrupt& the emporer remains insaneand everydayis a new strain of slaughtersupply lines are less protectedevil on all sideseye can smell the death on your flesh-- creeping intrapped within the twisting fingers of fearand all eye see is ewethat facethose eyesburning like leprosyeye can see u therepoisoning the airprostituting
Nationalismand eye want to attackto rip out your heart and lay your flat on your backand vomit a world of agony and truthinto your throbbing illness of memory... and hate guides our wayeye long for the icy slap of a belt across my backfor the acceptance of death and blind cave warthe giving sleep of depressionthe sweet elucidation of savage, meaningless aggressionchiseled in the meaty forearms of
Mother Jupiter and his slavedisciplesin the harem tents - outsidejust beyond the edges - eye ridea cycloptic mare in the fires of imaginationfeeding my diseasea river of plagueseye need something to remind me eye am still sinningthat pain in importantthat wurdz matterthat healing in possiblethat eye am not alone ... in this- guard the houses- triple the watch- maidens, dig up your sorcery- sirens, sharpen your rocks... ewe will eat my pain againwhatever u needunite messiah
ME
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作曲 : Bustany, McGuire, Patterson ...
nothings changedthe senates still corrupt& the emporer remains insaneand everydayis a new strain of slaughtersupply lines are less protectedevil on all sideseye can smell the death on your flesh-- creeping intrapped within the twisting fingers of fearand all eye see is ewethat facethose eyesburning like leprosyeye can see u therepoisoning the airprostituting
Nationalismand eye want to attackto rip out your heart and lay your flat on your backand vomit a world of agony and truthinto your throbbing illness of memory... and hate guides our wayeye long for the icy slap of a belt across my backfor the acceptance of death and blind cave warthe giving sleep of depressionthe sweet elucidation of savage, meaningless aggressionchiseled in the meaty forearms of
Mother Jupiter and his slavedisciplesin the harem tents - outsidejust beyond the edges - eye ridea cycloptic mare in the fires of imaginationfeeding my diseasea river of plagueseye need something to remind me eye am still sinningthat pain in importantthat wurdz matterthat healing in possiblethat eye am not alone ... in this- guard the houses- triple the watch- maidens, dig up your sorcery- sirens, sharpen your rocks... ewe will eat my pain againwhatever u needunite messiah
ME
