Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service
Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
Dial up words but they're not in service
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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