Testi:
You And I Pulse

these are ruins of all that we could have been. crushed and condemned ourselves for immaterial gain. the weapons of words shot holes through our masquerades

: these are ruins of all that we could have been. crushed and condemned ourselves for immaterial gain. the weapons of words shot holes through our masquerades

strong And we keep going on And on and on and on And we keep holding on And we keep being strong And we keep going on And on and on and on 3x (Thanks

time to play Living under pressure Do you wanna buy a dream? I say Phil can you get it he say Alright alright alright Tell me when can I get it he say

I have Know that your greed will leave me lifeless I havcn?t felt peace since you?ve been here Your prying minds beg me to feed you I can?t give you anymore

you following negative energy that you're swallowing some coked out malcontent who's soul is up for rent victim of lost soul, hostile apostle Unlimited in time and space and

hole I square up, select, and rec'd, every tangle I flare up, and you can try, any angle Even Bermuda, but I bury the barracuda then I'm, octa-gone in

in your face and remember I kissed a girl with 13 fingers Mutate Insectile Mutate I cum malignant, cold death-gasm -?- I pulse and twitch, I release and spasm I

and observe. Into the mouth, into the soul. I cast a shadow that swallows you whole. I swoop, I climb, I cling, I suck, I swallow you whole. String