Every Time I Die. New Junk Aesthetic. After One Quarter Of A Revolution. Zakaždým, keď som umrieť. Nové nevyžiadanej estetické. Po štvrť revolúcie.
...Cleaned up a mess I'm in, now I am born again Naked, spotless motion without strings I've flushed the filth to the sea, the limbs and sharp debris But
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