I aint afraid of you but you should be afraid of me.
Cause when the lights go off there is no sanity.
One color dominating like contemporary art.
Am I a killer or an artist with no heart?
It doesnt matter. It all adds up to the same.
Someone bloody and dead with nobody to blame.
I can remember my first time to put flesh to steel.
I just kept cuting even after the kill.
I dont know what came over my soul and body.
She kept beeging for her life and running from me.
Even though she was dead I had my way with her.
And Ijust kept praying the memory will blur.
Elle a chaud au cul.
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it's pretty freakish dude, but if it wasn't then it wouldn't be your style
keep pennin
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kiunda creeepy
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