Chewing the root I become self-aware naked, nude before the moon. The sweet wine that binds me tastes like ash. A witch's whisper pierces black haze.
Hypocrite hex-caster every dog its day of castration
In a pregnant grave, I've learned to behave. Meanwhile, her clay suitors crumble, salt offspring sifts through her fingers.
She sits upon a throne of phalluses and taxes your prostate
What I throw to the altar will smoke out the heavens. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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