неделя, 19 август 2018 г.

Help

by DeYtH Banger


Can I say "Help me?", "Help me?", "Help me?", "Help me?", "Help me?", "Help me?", "Help me?", "Help me?", "Help me?", "Help me?", "Help me?", "Help me?", "Help me?", "Help me?", "Help me?", "Help me?" ... or it's too pathetic from my side?

...

We all get in such state when we need help... but the crazy thing is that nobody is going to help you.



LET'S SLICE YOU
LET'S CHOOP YOU
LET'S BASH YOU AGAINST THE WALL
LET'S HIT YOU AGAINST THE WINDOW



Always people are trying to keep promises...
ALways people get chills..
...

Constant trauma and costant living in a threat!




LET'S SLICE YOU
LET'S CHOOP YOU
LET'S BASH YOU AGAINST THE WALL
LET'S HIT YOU AGAINST THE WINDOW




LET'S SLICE YOU
LET'S CHOOP YOU
LET'S BASH YOU AGAINST THE WALL
LET'S HIT YOU AGAINST THE WINDOW




LET'S SLICE YOU
LET'S CHOOP YOU
LET'S BASH YOU AGAINST THE WALL
LET'S HIT YOU AGAINST THE WINDOW



If your life was like mein... nothing more than a constant trauma nad bashing agains the wall


YOU DIE YOU FUCKER
YOU DIE YOU SON OF A BIATCH


YOU DIE YOU FUCKER
YOU DIE YOU SON OF A BIATCH


YOU DIE YOU FUCKER
YOU DIE YOU SON OF A BIATCH


YOU DIE YOU FUCKER
YOU DIE YOU SON OF A BIATCH



Nothing more than a slight silence... this is what's going to chop you alive... silence... people won't answer... won't say anything... they just go away for  a days or   months... it's fucked up scenario... you gonna feel the state of abandoned... a state of being alone... and in what cost?

...

Riddle and fiddle the

whole froggy
iSLAND ... SON OF A BIATCH

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