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White Zombie Soul Crusher

back. Out of the chaos comes a reason whipcord yea!! Hell on Earth a semi-trane. Exression of pre-occupation skin beating. Heart breathing. Eyes splashing. Walls humming. Soul Crushing. Soul Crushing

"He can't get away with by the time, he gets in front of the jury he'll be a good boy;" said man one. At a little before 5'oclock he when through the

Reconstruction idea take the ultimate trip yea ultimate trip assasination-invasion a criminal masterpiece hang on the walls like a gold on the moon.

Have no eyes, I must see, you walk out, a violent burst of some kind kind kind kind, mindstate a dirty little drunk and cluttered. Shinning a problem

rail sparks from his brain slashing. Yeah cribdeath, killing the craddle, crunching the baby in a dashboardlight. Yea like some cheesy ass figurines, Jesus, Mary, Joesph crushed

red, red groove Screamed mega-flow A stalking ground without prey A flash of superstition Whimpering like a crippled animal Dogs of the Soul-Crusher

Asylum erotica, yeah I said the ones on the wheels Doomsday machinist, flying out the window She's looking strange Nowhere to nowhere Diamonds, she's

A knuckle duster is the most deadly in the ponderous pace Of floating justice single-handed dynamo Take it now, say the way we want and not for you to

Ze wheels o' fire, a double man defier, a motor and I Regenerate, I am your final Pompeii, o 'etched in acid Like a shack of hate, love in the gut a downbeat