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Bloody Lips (Laura)
04:51
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Selling myself again,
I'd trade a thousand for one
If the one touches Spanish Sands
So many words wasted,
By Savages we land
With your flesh that I finally touch.
Those strong legs and raven hair
(Have) Been hiding you so long, Laura,
Cold veins heat me, just fair.
So tell me babe,
What do you want me to show ?
Is it blood or is it love ?
Is it love, for you to cum ?
Your bloody lips,
Gasoline in sync.
Your bloody lips,
Smell of burnt skin.
Boiling blood, just like she loves,
Still sweet and weirdly
As fucking strings, heavy and low
Vowed to peel your hard shell,
By the Hyper Casher and dwell
To get to your pearl
So tell me babe,
What do you want me to show ?
Is it blood or is it love ?
Is it love, for you to cum ?
Your bloody lips,
Gasoline in sync.
Your bloody lips,
Smell of burnt skin.
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Spitting Cream
05:45
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Once again, hands on the floor, waiting for the door
Baby one more crisis, that's what I've been waiting for
It's smashing and screaming, with lack of meaning and guts
You can't reach for the keys, so leave it to me
Oh what a treacherous word my tongue found
I sought the reason but twisted around
Your jealous heart, I shall build it up just to tear it back down
For muddy goes deeper, with mojo and reaper. C'mon, let's drown
Cause I'm going to town,
To burn it all down
Everything she shall allow
Cause I'll burn us down
See me spitting your royal cream, I'd rather the void
Cause only pillow's left, to destroy is our best and only flame
With that sin rosary, hhmm you don't see me
Lust slits my throat open, I breathe again
Since I can't refuse them all,
I'll draw my smile,
Lips of night and legs of dawn,
With the number I dial
Seeking my impunity made of impurity
No christian guilt, I'll drink every drop of it
(Yes! Them numbers are growing as the beds gets heavier
With those legs I lay, and swallow my blues away)
My ultraviolence, can you feel it ?
It's inking, sinking, a theft of your dreaming
Back to my silence, I do mean it
Cause your beautiful chest, that's what's left of feeling
(My celestial wine, oh to hide it,
Is your worst poison, have to keep spilling)
Cause I'm going to town,
To burn it all down
Everything she shall allow
Cause I'll burn us down
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I Wanna Be Adored
07:21
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Mother Medusa Paris, France
Mother Medusa is not a water park for MILFs, neither a car brand. Mother Medusa is fucking rock n roll band, good fucking alternative 90’s rock.
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