less traveled path
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I hate your hate, it is neither fa… By its your compassion that makes… False as true a black widow’s bite False as the frog’s tongue deceivi… I hate you am I’m gonna splask yo…
Loved and lost, it was a farewell, On the large backseat of my car Where our passion has gone too far I softly kissed her face and lips Knowing it was only a dream
How you suck dry my will to live How you bring bottled despair For a project into your delusion, Because meddling with another rive… You can, getting a fake tourism ti…
How you suck dry my will to live How you bring bottled despair For a project into your delusion, Because meddling with another’s ri… You can, getting a fake tourism ti…
People love being ordered, Presby… Glorified work of Protestants in… People are an interesting field of… Just maybe, cause... we are people… An alligator swings the Nile’s de…
I lie with no intent, I lie my so… Tomorrows not dawned, dusks without nights I lie for being pawned I lie for pity of lost witty,
The void cannot be full of blood Arms and hands, legs and heads. The head is full of electric storm… We wish our foes to be beheaded. Colours fill the extensive world o…
Not so cool not so groovy, old lab… I would like to like my style, to… Become the fun that is still there… But baby, something in my lonely b… Some dark faire has bewitched me
To wash away this pain, carry out… Don’t come in vain, I am being mercilessly slain But that’s OK, As explicitly was shown, they may.
Suck me long, suck me deep, intele… Why don’t I know if I am not dupl… Wit lost after the fear, erasing i… By you great mother fuckers, throw… By you great pdagogues of adults
To all those pretty houses Those mighty loudspeakers, Electrostatic, hybrids, B&W, JB… I miss you guys, oh mys... Although you, Sonus Faber, are th…
I see a train arriving at the stat… A train coming from a far away nat… Someone said that I should be wri… Looking, mirroring trains, how int… Experience needs some evidence,
Some days must be dready of obscur… Some days must be far from securit… When you walk the path of war, som… So far your chest arbors a beating… So far your legs support your puls…
All my grieving are my skins, Cameleon of beautiful leather. Oh my labyrinthine patterns, Old skins of detachment and furlou… Oh why I still have a room for yo…
While my body asks for Temperance I persist Arsonist that I may be Never my flames will consume thee O my fever, intemperance