2 acessos
There is my blood that still prays for all our real things that sow contradictions
Contradictions pick my brain for the time (x3)
I'm dreaming it's mine
There is a picture in my veins there is a picture in my veins that slowly transformed,
hear me I'm dying in a fucking necrophagous strip cartoon, louder I scream!
Ready! That's enough daggers!
Clapping! Drugs are my fortress!
Fuck you, I enjoy the blow it's the only unisex medicine about prose
Oh yes, reality is a circus, anyhow…
Come here, there is gourmand's attraction…
anyhow…
I'll fight our detachment's clapping clown
There's a picture on my skin there's a picture on my skin that seems like a dragon
Black, exciting sleeping biff Fucking black beast, life without colours, squashy sleep- ing dick hey prop!
Heroine's a craving bud fucking heroine is a criminal, mongoloid devastation…
is the cots lull my god Is my flying life; blood; fucking renewal, material of my rug!
I think life is short, time is a dustbin;
god the father is only a written word…
I'll see a lot of luxury around that breed but into itself, yet reigns a throne
…of the dressed souls, fuck you I enjoy…
I think life is short, time is a dustbin;
god the father is only a written word…
So my confession is my pain
Any vein works out problems, probably my girl's bitter honey