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Вершы: Gob. Too Late No Friends. Cleansing.

ever since you mounted me, im afraid you'd deny it.
you never need to break the skull, just pull out the things inside it.
it's all about me i can't escape it.
and they're forced opened wide. loads come pouring on everything,
on your body you painted your hairs, the one's that matter,
in the veins in the heart it's dirty like things in my eyes
the one's that divide you. i can see around the world,
in the veins in the heart it's dirty like gravy.

i've got problems. understanding opens you up all the bad gets inside you.
all emotions will be welcome. sell it all with a part of me total silence,
ever since you mounted me i'm afraid that i am dying