Texty:
Iniquity Five Across The Eyes

Blissfully awaken from tarnished soil Resurrected, infected degenerate toil No longer restrained by corporeal chains Soul charged, but cold, numb

Severe torture is what is in store Sewer breath cretin yearns for more Eager squirts, turbo outburst Cumshots dangling, unleashed urge Mongoloid with a goggle-eyes

Balance the ledge of life Perplexed existance causing strife The lines are written in your eyes Fantasize a night of sleep The vicious circle borrowing

with the inanimate Procedure forced upon the dead Deranged and erect I penetrate Hand that grasp the velvet rope In a rigor mortified grip Eyes

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