stare into the sun let the disease infect your eyes feel the rapture of her cold kiss her cold lips filled with worm juice pressed against your beating heart cold hands run trembling still over smooth skin aching from the years of abuse and neglect a child abused and broken down so the virus can plague her discordant screams memories of the days gone by discordant screams memories of the years gone by teeth in a bag tears in a cup she slits her wrists to forget the torment of a twisted life teeth in a bag tears in a cup she slits her wrists to forget the torment of a twisted life teeth in a bag tears in a cup she slits her wrists to forget the torment of a twisted life Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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