Promises,
Blood sick drinks falsified… and lies
Up to the top.
Really, really the whole thing bottoms up,
It's a topic… no need to stare it…
Cockroaches… cockroaches roasted…
Roasted…. Fuckers.
Lies and lies…
Like a deadly sin… without any type of escape,
And wake up … wake up… you promised fucker.
Yeah… yeah… it hurts…
It's cold… like a cold BLOODED KILLER day.
I am at least honest,
No fake signals
No lies
No hatred
…
I am your best friend…
We are going to have fun…
Hate it
Eat it
Taste it
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