Lie about my future, tell me stories of death. Ground my soul deep in my heart. Break my head apart. You need my explanations for your better good. In your mind I exist only through speech. My head hurts so much from doing the youth full of garden. Learn to kill the animals, learn to write the unicorn. You are alive a moron and my suffering. Pollute my world with your stupidity. Citizen, you are the arrogance. Tell me not how to show you any evidence. Long houses roll in the street. Learn to write the scheme. Money is your globe; death is nothing but light to your mind. We are on this planet, living through mind. Clinging to the fate. Climb to the nearest tower. Pour the soul life in the caffeine. Those feelings to your vase.
Who are you to hold my emotions? You are raised to kill and plunder, but remember who told you to hold me tight. Go through the high, go from the sugar to the high. The grass is green, no one but your mind finds the same result about the archer who found you lying in the difficult pulling of strength. You’ve must have been so high that you didn’t remember the importance of this. Underlying messages in the time for AIDS. Cling to the difficult choice. Learn to not head to the bridge of white. Pink underwear does not suit you. Your mind is black. Jealous of my string, crap in my bed. Fight with the demons I recall. King of lies, the one who invented ignorance. Number of balls is increasing in your high. Police sirens over the gate, over the wall, over the fate, over the mind, over the garage!!!! Stop the fingers motions, do not smoke your soul. The purpose of drugs is not to get high. The drugs are abused, the drugs are not safe in human hand. Use your brain for once, brainless beings. You know I do. The only purpose is to find your inner nature, but can also be achieved in other ways. Now we cannot help you through the high, when you kiss the mother and say goodbye. Clearing youth, giga pudding. Puddi puddi puddi puddi puddi puddi bottom.
When you roam for ages I sense the clarion in the watching grave. Spirit of all the aces I invent the colonies of man. I heard my shame in the morons mouth. Sealing the stuff I do not want to sell. Thieves in the decadence. Learn to fight the hand. God s of five, the decadence. Feeling numb, I will take your breed.
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