Save, save, save, save, save, save, save, save. Save, save, save, save, save, save, save, save. Save, save, save, save, save, save, save, save. Save, save, save, save, save, save, save, save.
Tonight, take all of this, get drunk. Tonight, I wish, you will, I am, you'll kill. Tonight. Tonight, you cut the heart of hurt. Tonight, inside, denied, I'll wash in you.
Satanic panic. Satanic panic. . The pigs healthy. The pigs fine. . Killing. Masturbates and. Fuels. Dreams of. Mine. . This pigs healthy. This pigs fine.
Doubting, trying. Not to look at the face if the man who is dying. To look for the face of the man who is lying. The ambler gambler is low and loaded.
One barren furrow to plough. It hurts and then how. Well I got the time. But I ain't got the temper. Soak me in sweat. The sin the glitter. Your secret is senseless.
Don't you know what you could do for me. With one thin rope?. Don't you know what you could do for me. With one more stroke?. Don't you know what your heaving breath.
Don't you know what you could do for me with one thin rope?. Don't you know what you could do for me with one more stroke?. Don't you know what your heaving breath for this burnt swelling flesh?.
Get even, get ready, get down, get steady. Get out, get set, get one in the neck. Get clean, get drunk, get sober, get mean. Get fucked, get high, get sucked and lie.
Once more to the fire. Burn your fingers on your desire. Once more to the skin. Where your poison soul will twist within. . Despair turns to despise. Your reality is fed by lies.
You really whine. You really crawl. You really weep. And feel a bit small. You really whine. You really do crawl. You really weep. And you're gonna feel small.
I met her in Peoria. 250 lbs. of flabby harlot woman flesh. Is wobbling around the hotel room, farting. Mucus is dripping from her pig-hole nostrils into her mouth.
A bitter communion of wine and hatred. A little reunion of all thats sacred. The sweet sickly scant release. I'm drunken on this little piece. The pariah to the parable.
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One meatball. Without the gravy. One meatball. Or nothing at all. One meatball. Without the gravy. One meatball. Or nothing at all. . Oh fairest bullet.
We're all looking for something to break. We're all looking for a heavenly state. Well, the culling is coming, one way or the other. I can feel it in the wind that's blinding my eyes.
By the pricking of my thumbs. Something wicked this way comes. Look down that bloody street for bloody. Miles and blood miles where bloody. Feet have sought a trail of dreams that.
I scrape my name off the seven skins of excess. I hang my pickled brain on the rusty nail of. Success. I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes.... I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes.
I am the glutton dressed as glam. The mutton and the ham. My table's broke not turning. My skin is crawling burning. . And though I stand for nothing.
I'm glutton dressed as glam. The mutton and the ham. My tables broke not turning. My skin is crawling, burning. And though I stand for nothing. I will fall for anything.
Your quickening breath. My whipping flesh. The first fierce hunger baby. You're the wound of my world. I'm gonna prime you with oil. Your heat, your trix.