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Words... Source is dried up, you came a hundred times Swollen temples of desire A bottomless hole, animal on all fours I'm leaving that and get higher Source, source is dried up Swollen temples of desire A bottomless hole, animal on all fours Swollen temples of desire Burn the end of all of your nerves Nostrils filled with blood You like to get dirty to be Beautiful I will block all the pores of your skin So that your smells remain yours I know the words for the world of your existence There's always dirt in your swollen temples Your heart makes me sick, as a matter or fact No matter how hard I try I know the words for the world of your ignorance There's always dirt in your swollen temples I know what you desire, a bottomless hole Animal on all fours. I know the words I know the words for the world of your ignorance There's always dirt in your swollen temples Burn the end of all of your nerves Nostrils filled with blood You like to get dirty. From Letras Mania