Now that I have my trophy of your anatomy
Your stiff can be excised aberrantly
Convulsions transpire you're seeping suppuration
Our intimacy is arcane to culture
These ethics I contain in my arsenal of pleasure
Fail to be appreciated
Your proposition isn't good enough
My expectations don't meet yours
In due time I'll dictate your vile form
Into my incapable hands and claim you for my own
You're born into these hands again
Send the slut back to hell
Another whore to seek to fondle and misuse
Back to the grave to exhume again
Aš savo topo kortų atskleist nenoriu (tuo labiau, kad dar laukiu Ulver albumo poryt išeisiančio), bet su Deftones albumu šiemet nemažai laiko praleista, rimtas kandidatas į topą.
Jis Dadar pasidares kaip robot's. Viska naikina ir uzpuola kaip ipykes robot's. Jei nesvankus zodis subsided is triju paeiliui raiding kombinacijos trins kilometres posta. Jei nesvankybe yra apiebjo Inga padarga posta paliks nes yr ispuikes liuc.
Taip kaip duoda papust ar nevairuoji isgerus taip ateity gali tikrint ar nekompineji - nerasineji nemiegojes, duodami paciulpt telefona ar panasiais keistais budais interneto policija