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I once wondered what the Devil reads before he goes to sleep in Prada sheets I found he wears white but feeds the least hungry Go ahead and eat he told me, it’s food for thought food for death I can’t catch my breath or brain they brought me here One dance with the Devil done by 12 I feel so lucky My bet with Judas just jarred the line call the ****** He stabbed the Devil’s back too but this time for a quid We left to ***** and loot like teens with stolen credit cards Maxed out and blacked out murderers with no trust **** I must be Satan’s rebellious son. Now reigning in the fire I bring the flames higher Than they’ve ever been but my back wont be stabbed like his.
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Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 11:48 PM UTC
Beelzebub’s Brain Food
I once wondered what the Devil reads before he goes to sleep in Prada sheets I found he wears white but feeds the least hungry Go ahead and eat he told me, it’s food for thought food for death I can’t catch my breath or brain they brought me here One dance with the Devil done by 12 I feel so lucky My bet with Judas just jarred the line call the ****** He stabbed the Devil’s back too but this time for a quid We left to ***** and loot like teens with stolen credit cards Maxed out and blacked out murderers with no trust **** I must be Satan’s rebellious son. Now reigning in the fire I bring the flames higher Than they’ve ever been but my back wont be stabbed like his.
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Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 11:48 PM UTC
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