Try ti sleep us a swinging end such as precious weakening. Born through anxieteasesme. The disease is emerald black as I'm contetnt in this massive possession of earthly confusions. I'm the liar. Be slouched in loves carte blanche handicap. Let us pray for the heart attacks. I'm an inconvenience to a plaguing misery so mind the mess of mental patience. Funny images in the brain of the bowels of my rotten soul. Separate our love for hard times and un-celibate nasty shit. You can read me months away. From hell and I know its so sad... The silent satanic eulogies.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
