I'm gonna blow
Oh yeah, come on, it's getting dark
Taking hold
Come along to the swamp of Darp
They can't feel what I can
And send it back with a prayer
And this thing could kill anyone
Send it to hell whence it's from
Purge with me baby
Get behind it
Souls are escaping
You didn't mind it
My hands are bleeding
God prescribed it
But, but I won't come down
It's in vain
But my tits are at the top
Bolognese
We mosh quiet so it's fine
The playground metaphor
The hanging that's semi-old
Wouldn't prescribe it for you
What ever happened to
That singer I could adore
He bеat me black and blue
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