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Tytuł: Ambulance Chaser

  • Wykonawca: Vendetta Red
  • Wy¶wietleń: 475
In fiscal flight from the ravenous cavemous orifice asphyxiated form
  Washed in wolves blood sterile and pantomimed parting in
  parts the trial of the worm
  Sew the lid closed cough and spit into your poalm with charitable charm
  Slap the bad mans wrist insist disarm
  Do the math the path is a narrow one it led me down to a cold and shallow grave
  On my tombstone I read the epitaph "Here lies a man who lived and died a slave"
  Till the vexing that his hex annexing animates his glorious distresses
  Serve the right foot raw so flawed undressed
  Semi conscious concentration Christmas cards and suffocation
  Ambulances beckon bodies tires squealing sirens wailing