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...Slow slaughter of the flesh, sweet pain offers us to serve. Our thoughts cant emerge from this stage, we are left while you drift in vacuum... ... Insecurity locks us in, desire doesn't let us see the outside transforming, exploading in zchizofrenic orgasms of rage, the helplessness overwelms our being, it throws us to hell and back... ... Rage becomes our freedom, rage instead of hunger, the void becomes our food. Our cries flies from skin to skin to skin... ... Make us belive our own words, think our own thoughts and let me swing my own sword and erase what will be" dedicated to L. Lepik ... Safe isolation, take comfort in pain. No colors in here, nothing to gain... ... No matter what, isolating material, solid... ... No time to breathe, forfilling a dream. Emotional lockout, FULL SPEED IN" |
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h�r ska det d� vara en masa porr och satans siter.. det tycker jag �r j�vligt coolt n�mligen | och h�r ska det var av�rsta grymma grejen om Soldier Blue | |||
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och h�r ska det vara om Version | ![]() h�r ska det bara handla om Anton |
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