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The Number Twelve Looks Like You

of the seats. An orchestra pit down under like Australia that catches fire from a match. The path has changed so much over the years. Slimy, sticky leaves cling like

with the devil while you make your deal with Jesus, so let me milk your prostate with the unborn meat fingers Horrible your eyes implode with lucifers hammer so you

[audio clip] i took her to an empty house in westchester i had already picked up. when we got there i told her to wait outside, pick wild flowers. i

your flag forever, don't let anything stop you. Cancers don't grow, and there is no such word as suffering. Next time you fall asleep, look down on us

When your head is on backwards, where do you see? If your lungs begin to wilt like mine, how will you breathe? You can't drop your past without digging

I am a man who hunts at night I am a man who bathes in tigers blood I am a man with daggers in my smiles Only the wise speak of a place with such elegance

magazine. Roll her on out just to slide her back in. Unravelling rolls into their machinery and click away. This was where you could embrace misery. With enough energy you

be sure to return the favor. you hurt me horribly. i turned back, you killed me. i haven't for much, but i'll ask you this, why would you destroy your

lord, don't take this good man, just let him finish what you began. Stop covering this pavement with his blood, can you hear me, can you hear me? The