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?????? They are sacrosanct A taunting arraignments to you I swore to fit the holster My faith burned every house Like no other manger I am emptier without Bow down, servant Free to appall Marks the thinner, lashing terminal When I became a larvae you fed me from your plate Now my slouch is nervous sinking by the face Wrinkled by this gravel Skinless trace of time Royal cobwebs probably in your cheap and brittle side My glands admit this carnage ???? ???? Bow down, servant Free to appall Marks the thinner, lashing terminal Letras de cancionesThat cesspool it becomes you Just north of the eyebrows Squat the whole ???? Where the ashes go ??? The salted stitch his patient waiting to engulf His plasma filled his hoax pretending to be us Embalming all the fluids, I must, I must I prefer to burn them, I must, I must Bow down, servant Free to appall Marks the thinner, lashing terminal From Letras Mania