(Brutal Truth) Slit the bein to lost and found Tie the sickness ingested down Rush of heat, sippress the pain Eyes roll, days away Grasping thoughts connect the does Crease the gap and fold the mark Cattle grazed to pass their trick Boot your brick and bless your next fix
It is all... Sick desire Kicks for liars Fuel for fire Your head shoved firmly in your ass
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