I'm choking my gun, because Mary is stealing the gift,
I'm choking my gun, because my breasts are blatantly naked,
I'm choking my gun, because the roof falls off on a naked man,
And for what? Do you feel like drinking champagne when you die in the bathroom?
Get out of the dungeon! lick the bottom. Away! Not enough for a year.
Here the will to spoil will show an end, the bread torn from the stone.
She is afraid to sit on your feet,
At night I went to the executioner's gates to ask ,
Because for too long, for a long time it forces you not to look at the mirror background.
The larvae are a throne, a throne. An angelic voice calls the plebs.
Get out of the dungeon! lick the bottom. Away! Not enough for a year.
Here the will to spoil will show an end, the bread torn from the stone.
She trembles, and the fen and power fly in their hunger,
Soothing the blow - a sacrificial step . She trembles, maybe this
She trembles, and the wind and power fly in their hunger,
Soothing the blow - a sacrificial step. She's trembling, maybe it's...
The courage to cut away the tears,
And you - oh! And you – no! And you - scream!
It's a miserable house, it's a house, everyone in it is barking and cutting.
It's a miserable house, it's a house, its noise drives me away.
Get out of the dungeon! lick the bottom. Away! Not enough for a year.
Here the will to spoil will show an end, the bread torn from the stone.
She trembles, and the fen and power fly in their hunger,
Soothing the blow - a sacrificial step . She's trembling, maybe it's
No heaven in us?

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