Atmosphere. To All My Friends, Blood Makes The Blade Holy: The Atmosphere. Until The Nipples Gone. Atmosfera. A tutti i miei amici, Sangue Makes The Blade Santo: l'atmosfera. Fino a quando i capezzoli Andato.
...I gotta subject my breath to the shit I've run Gotta respect the mess I'm sitting on So let's get it on until the nipple's gone
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