Abdominal fever, asexual punishment.
I water down beauty through my tubes and mazes.
Corporeal disaster, polyphagic frenzy.
Play, command the neurotic sewer.
Internal incubus, referee foresees, empties for me.
Welcome to my bacchanal.
Hyperphagous feeding.
Bulimiarexia bulimia nervosa.
The blood sticks as many times as you go.
Release yourself from this weight with your fingers.
You will not stop.
Such is this law, I know it.
It is the one you drink and it is the one that drowns you.
For the last time.
External succubus unscrews, disembowels, loosens.
Jars, packages, lids, he doesn't choose.
He loves them all, that's it !
He is hungry to be hungry.
The overeater.
Bulimiarexia bulimia nervosa.
The wind turns as many times as you leave.
Deliver me from these voices, from this convoy.
It will not stop.
Who sends you, I do not know.
The one I drink and the one who drowns me.
br/>For my last time.
Your fine fingers in your mouth.
These spasms that blow you.
The hands of happiness.
I see that you are suffering.
And you lose them by handfuls.
Try to tell him.
Try to survive.
Try to...
Try to tell him that he is not too late.
Try to tell him that it's not too late.
Bulimia nervosa and in handfuls you lose them.
Bulimia nervosa only that bitter taste remains.
Bulimia nervosa bulimiarexia.
External succubus unscrews, disembowels, deserts.
Pots, packages, lids, he doesn't choose.
He loves them all!
He's hungry for be hungry.
The overeater.

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