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End - Organelle (In She We Lust) | Текст Иностранной Песни
The foundation of our upbringing was her heart beating. Within vessels lies the fluid. I know it tastes like mine does. Epidermal layer, porcelain. Paper thin, but it holds her in the
End - These Walls | Текст Иностранной Песни
And with these walls we will never need the sun. These knots are eyes and every stain's an effigy. To never be shown in the open world. These walls have no voice, they only rot.
End - Dear Martyr | Текст Иностранной Песни
Had we known then what we know Now you would be alive Forgive us, it felt like a prison to lead Predestined lives without a choice If you could see her now you would
End - Dummy | Текст Иностранной Песни
..And the Lord spoke saying, "Thou shalt not kill" and he did murder his enemies, for he was a vengeful God. Hey dummy, do you know what you say? "We
End - Of Fist And Flame | Текст Иностранной Песни
The outside world has its own open sores by our mores. To be sanitized. Filthy! Unclean! What do they fear? This is their evil this year. Why do they fear? The clearly defined
End - Wakeup Call | Текст Иностранной Песни
I live inside of my head, I never get out of bed, I am plaid in a sea of white, and I never sleep at night. Life is, not a test, life is, a pointless quest it will
End - Only When We Are Through | Текст Иностранной Песни
"Children, get out of your home, we've finished, running your lives, mess up kids of your own, until you all have died." "No, I'm not going
End - Nazis | Текст Иностранной Песни
When I look around me, all that I see, are nazis. Taking my freedom? yes! Taking my choice? Yes! Taking my rights? Yes! Freedom and justice for
End - Fetesque | Текст Иностранной Песни
Infertile wet soil's where it begins. Composition. Mud and skin. Blessed scavengers foraging through the thing once fetal, but not dead. The messengers are maggots, meat on their
End - Sonnet | Текст Иностранной Песни
Courtesy of blank intuition. This lattice is torn repeatedly frame by frame. by you. And within withering syncopation in time (totality) escaped: me. create
