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the demons To bring about the pain But nothing special happens I might've gone insane A little harsh reminder That I'll always be this way With muriatic acid
with muriatic acid, and the drill. Controlling lust, that was the motive. I was always a very private person. I didn’t like to open up, and share
Jeffery dahmer hoe Muriatic acid to your fucking skull I just wanna know clutch on the dagger Will this whore throw throat No don’t need a chrome
Safety knife Safety gloves Don't hurt yourself You'll get fucked up Paint samples Gloss or satin Muriatic acid Stain for your cabinets Ruin your shoes
muriatic acid in a toilet bowl. Reto It's an SOS We're microwaving signals like a scientist. Our bit-rate is shrinking to a non-existant. Oh no Knowing
Oh Reto, it's a stripped down world Like muriatic acid in a toilet bowl. Reto, it's an SOS We're microwaving signals like a scientist. Our
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