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The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head
With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest
Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smoulder like a fucking cigarette
She bestow me the poet's beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate...
The vortex of addiction is out of square
There are imaginary catchwords everywhere
The vortex of temptation gently blows
The ego-dolls reap the meadows...
With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest
Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smoulder like a fucking cigarette
She bestow me the poet's beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate...
The vortex of addiction is out of square
There are imaginary catchwords everywhere
The vortex of temptation gently blows
The ego-dolls reap the meadows...
Annons