The slight of bad thoughts slip through and manipulate you to do exactly as it should suggest. The voices speak for the harsh of heart and belief now as your physical decision making comes through the adaptions in manipulating hallucination. Poor commanding decision compromised by a series of misfortune and severely depressive emotional repsonses. But I'll come back around and weak again we'll be - exhausted with sacrifice, see it in your mind, firend. The brainwashed and dirthungry pray in a congregation of hostility. Some people just kind of fall apart just to fuck you up, bloated on a perverse and blackened lack of reasoning. But I wont. Yet, admittedly my orgasm is worth more than your life. Because the tarnished black glass of faith is always hall full of pathetic sense to me. Never understanding. These hallucinations are the brains fucked up way of sorting out insanity... I'm fucking the stalkers brains out on top of the dead rotting black acid Ouija asleep in my faggot fucking skull. Passionate oddities exchange, in the apertures of the insane.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
