IRC-Galleria

`Cause you were sailing our ocean through, I thought it was mine too.
From the grave I grew, you buried yourself into.
What you´re searching for? That slut is your lord.
Belief was your turning point. Hey, twist me one joint.

Never felt in me this grief. Let´s rock before we bleed.
Feel this thunder underneath. Never throw yourself into deep sea.

This is nuclear attack. Our city, our plans, our fucking lands.
One for you and two for me. This is what I call fucking democracy.
Juicy lips, moving hips. Whores asking few more tips.
Leading rats into their hole. I never had such a bowl.

Never felt in me this belief. Let´s roll before we feel.
Take this meat underneath. Murder, beat and lock it.

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