In control and why exist for this gut reaction? - unattraction...My post-primordial complex at 823x it's original dosage. Initials carved in my anxious
Symptoms manifested, you must be tested. Opportunism from a beast of minimal hate. But I was a devil without a cause and a killer among thieves. To perpetrate
FUCK!...When we're down, I'd love to see the guilty one. I'd wave the spoiled solace of the underdog. Bell-brow, leading the fleet. Which compels me to
Let's reveal those who are less than receptive to invitation. As they repeal the weak and ambitious from a mouthful of dirt. We rid ourselves of anything
"Breathe in not the clove that gestates with distinction...But rather, the sophisticated stench of the clearly wounded" A champion, certainly not at his
PPrPrepare population for quick decent! With slugs of global proportions, it won't be our blood on Satan's claw. I stayed in one place as long as I could
Induced psychosis lies dormant for today, but you know you'll get sick again. So what's wrong with this picture but bones in the beak of the Erudite who
And you watch your dreams float up in my wake. You will eat the liver of my ever-cascading wrath, your brain will be covered with glowing teeth marks.
Dynamic worms of wax who offer validation. I wait to serve a modern mannequin. I cannot resist to stick my tongue in this! Once again, reminding me how
Walkiung down the slippery streets, the mind sweats, my eyes just bathe in sin. I tried so fucking hard to avoid them, but I can smell their skin. Keep
I'm gonna fuckin' kill you. I'm gonna tear your fuckin' heart out! My purpose is to bring you sorrow. I always meant to cause you pain. (I'm a) Servant
Toilet full of barf, feel their tongues wrap around your neck like a scarf. Ingest the tiny white fish, throw up the dreams all over the bowl, for which
My purpose is to bring you sorrow. I always meant to cause you pain. A servant of violence, I walk with fire in my goddamned veins! For I am to whom you
I learned the ways herein in this land of the cold and damp, dark and grim. And dream for my tongue to dance upon her skin. This pain - I bore this angel
Look in the eyes of a superior kind, feeling the jealousy drip from your chin. Feeling your envies flood for the taste of supremacy's churning blood.
For these pages will be the knife to his throat! A desolate island, summers once only to incubate dreams. My saliva... an ocean of thought was the allergy
The yellow lines are beaten, so celebrate this a day we both believe. A warm black Wednesday sign said don't give up, so celebrate this day we both conceive
Oversettelse: Desember Wolves. Ten Years.
