come on and fuck me babey,
theres no promis to be made,
i shall be your release from the east,
and the wildest of ways,
enter they father and only money to be made,
the mothers womb is has the understanding to be made,
freedom is the only rythmic understanding,
others are in crippling way,
so chase your wiskey with wiskey,
and make life as you may,
the streets are a plase of today,
the dark mountain is where i stay,
feasting in shadows is the life of many,
the killer is not on the road but in each soul,
the release may never be found but inocence is profound.
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