They used you to clean up tears after a thrice show. Fucking belt buckles everywhere. Never digesting anything is a hell of a diet plan. Here come the suit-bitches. I watched them hollow out horses... Run. They gored me once with a diverse portfolio. Put a dollar in the box. It's across for show and down to go. I'm going to throw gristle at my guts. It's like the sink of finding a lump. I've got your black plague right here. How long before the pain-junkies storm the gates? God. It danced on us like black lung before our hearts gave out. Put a dollar in the box. It grew on us. It grew up like a sister. While every time, celebrating your neck. It's across for show and down to go. Pray its malignant. Prey its malignant.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
