Little is left to reflect
The money only covers the crack in the soul
Light the flame to burn away all unwanted emotion
We are holding on are we not ?
The scars that cover the skin
Make a feeling close to the immortal
The blood that is lost is pure ****** pleasure
i have lost my mind
to be honest i do not want it back
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 9:12 AM UTC
Little is left to reflect
The money only covers the crack in the soul
Light the flame to burn away all unwanted emotion
We are holding on are we not ?
The scars that cover the skin
Make a feeling close to the immortal
The blood that is lost is pure ****** pleasure
i have lost my mind
to be honest i do not want it back
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