Paroles de First Symptoms
I played the painter on my skinAnd engraved some figures on it
Push them away!!
Suppurated became my draws
The stinking precious waste
Push them away!!
I poured some salt into my wounds
and softened them with cotton-wool
Push them away!!
Attempted to extract this gem
the fucking black bile
Push them away!!
Push them away!!
I poured some salt into my wounds
and softened them with cotton-wool
Push them away!!
Attempted to extract this gem
the fucking black bile
Push them away!!
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