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Use me
06:22
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Use me, love me, take me, again.
Break me, saint me, pray me, again.
take out every beath
this meat bag must stop
Look me, film me, talk me, again.
Scream me, hit me, ghost me, again.
I'm a toy of you hands
you know how to treat your lamb.
Word me, fun me, play me, again.
Kick me, blood me, watch me, again.
I can't walk, I must cut.
I have too much fingers.
I must cut, I must cut.
I must cut, I must cut.
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Never see u again
12:39
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Here it comes as a friend to us
I never thought I could see you again
Mother and child come first to die
The shitting wall, they bullet us, little places
Small caves, small caves
I never thought I was goind to see you again
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Like a toy
08:33
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An angel of light
came down
from heaven.
It caressed me (like never before).
It crucify myself (like never before).
A delicate caress,
with nails
that cut my chest.
It touch myself (like never before).
It crucify myself (like never before).
I am a toy of your violence.
(I want to die in your violence)
I am a toy of your violence.
(I want to die in your violence)
Lovely holy possession.
It caressed me (like never before).
It touch myself (like never before).
It crucify myself (like never before).
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Estructura
02:22
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There was a small town that did not accept the truth as a body that refused to die despite illness. Children were sinners for refusing to cry, as they deserved to do.
We should have structured those manners. We should have taught them how the flesh can separate from the body without dying.
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6. |
Agua
02:38
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7. |
John Doe
03:38
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Everyone took what they wanted
and no one felt sorry
for the blood on their hands.
That day was sunny
and the flowers grow with
strength and goodness.
No lies, no lies.
Nameless, truthless.
Peaceless, shameless.
Pay for your offenses to the sun
little bastard.
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8. |
Chiken's head
05:47
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No revenge will take place in this place.
No one will see the sun covering their mouths with their hands.
This dusty air is just a memory of the dirt that collects in your mouth.
Play with the head of a freshly cut chicken.
Hearing your parents drown in their own blood.
The silence was heard worse.
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Curxs Lanús, Argentina
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