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Prison sex by tool. Way too catchy for it's lyrical content.
"I've got my hands bound, my head down , my eyes closed, and my throat wide open. Do unto others what has been done to you"
Empathy with the Devil by Teargarden
"My flavor is the stuff of locusts. Hot chili firebrand spitting volcano Teeth. Bleeding skies, sulpher mines... The foul breath of Satan's favorite gutter worm. You feel me when I'm close - an ice wind of steel stilettos hammered in your spine..."
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In heaven all the interesting people are missing.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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