How good it feels for me, you smell great disease. 'Cause we're young, fell in from the stars. When your skin is shead, and a pile of your heads, now then, i'll look so smart.
Stove burns on my hands, show 'em to my friends.
Make you participate.
Eyes roll back around, when skulls hit the ground, visions of the hosiery.
I'm supposed to interfiere, i'm coming from your fears, when they wander into their cage.
Sew their arms and thighs, and their rubber covered eyes, their skin will never age.
Stove burns on my hands, show 'em to my friends.
Make you participate.
Eyes roll back around, when skulls hit the ground, visions of the hosiery.
Stove burns on my hands, show 'em to my friends.
Make you participate.
Eyes roll back around, when skulls hit the ground, visions of the hosiery.
Stove burns on my hands, show 'em to my friends.
Make you participate.
Eyes roll back around, when skulls hit the ground, visions of the hosiery.
Make you participate.
viernes, 21 de mayo de 2010
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