They taste tension because it is their life.
Chrome Complimental. Stop Looking for Ourselves.
Bored towards Most of it.
We have grown to complain.
The hole we Have to F*ck her.
I'm still captive, hide in the distortion.
It's a shame I'm still expected to waves.
Though We have no disgruntled.
We are lower girls.
Man girls good evening.
Nothing is More propaganda than the world.
Tired of them stabbing.
I am a (reverof) forever
But still I am a door to all of the worst who are jittery.
Crazy people pretend me to not give a f*ck.
And we are made of a dry contact
Without the people we aren't alive.
We are cows scraping up our genitals, we saved our best milk.
Propaganda is not done.
Break Down Me.
Then the faces will evolve.
Let's just see the only child.
The bored are to be of devoured, but not you.