Paroles de Thanksgiving Day
starving child your corpsewill be worth its feather weight
the swine devour their favor
constant
collapsing
inferior
mommy why does it taste like ink?
clean your plate young man, this funeral's gonna be a fucking feast
constant
collapsing
inferior
clean your plate young man, this funeral's gonna be a fucking feast
constant
collapsing
inferior
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