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Lyrics
[Stanza 1] (Okay!) Patio parasols pitiful To anybody bodied by their sinful ways Death in bathtubs can't be simple Blown-off arm, prosthetic in temples Not what she meant, but she still kept the goldfish Bone-thin arms, didn't think she could hold this Bird to a monitor's blue light, focused Hand on her breast but nobody noticed [Stanza 2] Dopamine on far sides, brightly Might be polluted by God almighty Thousand terabytes of snuff films on her hard drive Neanderthal smiling while the car drives Shy about the cultist's ritual because he can't dance Found a shirt he bought when he was still part of a Skramz band Bittersweetnеss of the warmth shining on his back Why, God why, why can't I go back? [Stanza 3] Every single Roman's spinе is available on Amazon With a toy shovel, build a house under the pentagon The key to the city's hidden in a houseplant She said my pussy tastes like squid; I thought, "what did the mouse plan?" (?) My wife disappeared in 1886 Frostbite on my legs, getting bitten by the tics Ou-ou-out of sanctuaries, knows that maggot will be dead soon Bomb spilled from backpacks, now her parents have to move Batted on batons, go on, take your pants off Mister at Japan-con, can you, can you dance wrong? Gibberish sandal, tranquilizer medicine Oh my, oh my, oh, my, oh my Baby, you're a Mexican! [Stanza 4] Canada on top of asphalt, playing ping-pong Dirty shoestring, ripped, thought bubble: femdom Rupture on the alleyway, he's gonna put the paint on Maker on the backside edging to a slayer's son Tiny dog, tiny knob, dandelion minimal Don't use the front of your skull to stop a cannonball Shoulder like a mattress makes me cry in the mall Thirty different jackets hide the fact I'm skeletal
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- Writers
- AERO GROS M