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tired of playing games you better disappear I've got spiders crawling up neck venom inside my veins can't believe I'm friends with the Antichrist roaming the realm of the dead my lungs are vanishing It's bad She's bad we're bad I know he knows I've reached the bottomless pit lost in paradise beside my angel of death
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Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
Samael ♞
tired of playing games you better disappear I've got spiders crawling up neck venom inside my veins can't believe I'm friends with the Antichrist roaming the realm of the dead my lungs are vanishing It's bad She's bad we're bad I know he knows I've reached the bottomless pit lost in paradise beside my angel of death
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Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
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