Blue paint for him I think he'd be red when he reads this Sulfer tightens the air In a celebration for yakuza hierophant dont **** my vibe A brainless information shrouds us baphomet wont **** my vibe Except the darkness sometimes, they whisper....
Acid face wash Face ripped Face exposed Gestures were meant to be meaning well Oh the hell something becomes clingyness Cancer claws widely, trying to be wise about these Things here
I fill it up with the water in me Hope the fire touches right the cauldron Face came and the steam was mean Talk makes me feel black intentions painted excessive I fill it up with the water in me Drowned by my own saturned gaze And ocean caves its splendard waves
He dies in my arms Hell tuned to my thoughts You only see what you want to , see How can the mouth cut Dull like arustedblade Sin I behind vineers Facades Thats what i thought Thatswhatithought Intoxication getsaged Loses its....reflection Intermedite perfection He dies in my arms Hell tuned to my thoughts You only see what you want to see
Can these feet be killers & stab the concrete, If only the ribs would come, and lie lie lie, My wet streets, my wet cheeks, My porcelin toenails break, sweat down cheeks race, Eyes they started, Deep breathing on & onoff, Deep breathing on & on off,