indian pink lips floating in the dead darkness
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spiting fish chewed woodsin the fire goodness
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drawing circles again without..any..hesitation
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no misjudges..no!..only bloody celebration
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fire with evil heart never decline
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woods waving tongue like tasting wine
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mother fucking genocide
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hesitations gone satisfied
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running to sea with firing fingernails
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all that effort seems to be ridiculous
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darkness rejecting the light..and..getting darker
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pimping up the painful crying..just..like farmer
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old ghost is moaning with pain hugging a child
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the deads from war are roaming night wild
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they have the rage in every single breath
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they crush all the too much nude mass
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shadows crawling like crocodiles gone to the ground
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a bright bird taking off whistles independence around
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now we're drinking eight fifteen
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tongue's raped by the sweetened
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just like a cat stepped on its tail
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fear of abyss full of rage with veil
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dead cold thing missing something
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sleepwalker screaming in the slum
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trapped in the serious tricky jump
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sun is about to blow up
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drumming sound boost up
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the sad war's creeping out of memory
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nobody needs no more calamity
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fear of abyss
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| Silent Eye |
