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couldn't be further from the truth Your false words stick to this dissolution Indulging in a debauched life Fulfilled by our broken cries You made
lucky, indespically lucky, debauched! Oooooh, you've got your hands on Running Free, Sanctuary,Murders in the Mooo Rooooga... oah, The Rue Morgue, all
And I am what I am and I am what I'm not And I think I'm a good friend to ye And I'm not a debauched old roué Spend some more time with me
womb of darkness and decay Of rage and sorrow No providence for this soul I was born in the debauched soil Nefarious outcast from below Some say I'm
Falsified malicious idols Glorification of the debauched ones advocating the sacred termination The winds of desolation are blowing so cold
Satanic power Satanic majesty Satanic ecstacy The power of Satan Hail Lucifer Hail Satan Debauched Now the eye is open Behold the wondrous sight The throne
ain't screwed up with all the sticky horrible debauched singles you stuck on prior to this, as long as your stilus still bounces over the grooves and does
infiltrated it's Debauched headquarters, The Demon's Lodge and there While Maazu was distracted by a heated Bout of 'Drink While You Think' She lopped off it's
Die! die! die! die! Scum sucking depravity debauched! Anal fuck-fest, thrill Olympics Savage scourge supply and sanctify So what? so what? Die!
Die! die! die! die! Scum sucking depravity debauched! Anal fuck-fest, thrill olympics Savage scourge supply and sanctify So what? so what? Die!
'em in Nearly dearly debauched In my ladle is your plum And my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs Of your cutesy falling crumbs In my ladle is
bathrooms getting plenty friendly With just the thought of us debauched and in the missionary Watch me out of my skull Watch me out of my mind I'm out
this, walking and living through this Dying because of this Castrated, debauched, disinherited, because of this The fingers reach toward
and living through this Dying because of this Castrated, debauched, disinherited Because of this The fingers reach toward an unresponsive God The fingers reach
my neck Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach In a whirl of sweet voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees This debauched seductress
remember something Sal Paradise said, he said: 'the city intellectuals of the world are debauched from the full body blood-of-the-land and are just rootless
In the palace of Versailles, before the fall We were wild, we were so debauched Extravagance was practically a law If we ever got bored, we said
Making your way through an orangepeel orchard Tracing your day from disillusioned to debauched And Spring passed quickly below the rotten elm tree
and a debauched mouth And now I know there is no god And now I know there is no god A silky, sultry mage And a maestro of the flesh And all I know is I need more
On a pre-fab throne, in a gilded cage A heap of flesh, debauched and depraved Picking your teeth with the bones of slaves Humanity sealed under
get much better than this You keep on disappearing into a debauched little yellow motel Oh I'll care for the dead until you get back Crystal champagne
by the factious be broached, Your Augusta will never be From your kinder arms debauched.
the snacks or meals I’ve placed Their debauched detachment has made me feel displaced Ironic the ensuing struggles not commerce versus conscience But comments
not multiplied my words in speaking I have not debauched the wife of any man I have not slain men and women I have not purloined offerings I have not
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