Silhouette: In White Rooms: Vacant Bodies
The light of the sun - is so cold down her
My dirty desert tongue - licking like dogs foreve
Open wounds never heal - for a slave in its fles
The scent of joy we feel - A naked soul crushe
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It's all empty - it's all whit
It's all empty - empty as the sk
Silence & happiness in one - but way too many insect
You, yours and all of them - you are all like rat
Crawl into the light cold - celebrate your new ski
Dead and clean to the wound - An escapee of all sin
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