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• Artiste: Otep
• Titre: Thots
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Nothings changed the senates still corrupt & the emporer remains insane and everyday is a new strain of slaughter supply lines are less protected evil on all sides eye can smell the death on your flesh -- creeping in trapped within the twisting fingers of fear and all eye see is ewe that face those eyes burning like leprosy eye can see u there poisoning the air prostituting Nationalism and eye want to attack to rip out your heart and lay your flat on your back and vomit a world of agony and truth into your throbbing illness of memory ... and hate guides our way eye long for the icy slap of a belt across my back for the acceptance of death and blind cave war the giving sleep of depression the sweet elucidation of savage, meaningless aggression chiseled in the meaty forearms of Mother Jupiter and his slave disciples in the harem tents - outside just beyond the edges - eye ride a cycloptic mare in the fires of imagination feeding my disease a river of plagues eye need something to remind me eye am still sinning that pain in important that wurdz matter that healing in possible that eye am not alone ... in this - guard the houses - triple the watch - maidens, dig up your sorcery - sirens, sharpen your rocks ... ewe will eat my pain again whatever u need unite messiah ME