Letra de Forest Of Fellatio
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can I not tread on these unholy branches any longer?
the ground is worn, my feet are stuck in god knows what.
the ground is worn, my feet are stuck in god knows what.
I would contemplate existentialist bullshit if the trees weren't fucking staring me down
this can't seriously be a motherfucking lake.
this makes no goddamn sense I'm going home (fuck this)
at least 'til I get some head of illusion.
this can't seriously be a motherfucking lake.
this makes no goddamn sense I'm going home (fuck this)
at least 'til I get some head of illusion.
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