Pure self contained i can feel the weight of my body as my voice strains densensatized from beauty scenes the enemy is the fear that falls inbetween insomniac i sleep awake displaced from my unconsious state unmanageable refuse to break i talk back everyone needs a scapegoat someone to throw the rocks at
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stab my soul is not for sale i have not forgotten my past but i will remove the nails force-fed your insecurities i have bled with no regrets for what i have said...before or for what...i plan to say next!
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odor of sanctity is not what you smell on me can't make the dirty clean... Control the magazine under the influence i've learned to live with this... So i will be your standard...of comparison
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your standard...for comparison Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
