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The vexing door bathed in death |
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Chaos, propitious you. I know. I know. DIStic end |
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That child black out loxed room. land of Virus. fable. tonight. wasted. |
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Wicked love is instant death twilight never question |
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Illusions instal it. I do it. to ridden... |
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I'm a gonad. for love. horror believe you |
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Lesson 2, 1, door, go mad |
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Sensation, prologue, melody, in the darkness of a dream |
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in the misty atonement, followed by a delicate shadow |
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The high, meddling voice that wraps around you is a vitriolic headache |
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Collect the echoing decay in your pervasive voice and laugh |
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How? a gabby coma |
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Only like a standout |
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Feed it you |
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Disaster, confinement, threat, diversion, falsehood - no more than a joke |
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Plus faintness, symptom, always retrieve BLACK BOX |
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From many mouths in my head, regurgitated words, manipulation, caress |
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That drunken child also identically BLACK OUT |
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No reaction at all, won't be rescued from dreams |
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Although it's best to let the bitter past die already. |
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One, two, the rain of our unclean severance |
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Three, four, you're not there |
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One,two,three,four,five,six,seven,eight,nine,one,two,three,four,five,six,seven,eight,nine.... |
