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Obsequey (The Death of Art)

アーティスト:Marilyn Manson  アルバム:The Golden Age Of Grotesque 

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Left Speaker: This is the Golden Age of Grotesque, Be prepared for what you may find. The hole we have to fuck her. They taste tension because it is their life. Chrome Complimental. Stop Looking for Ourselves. Bored towards Most of It. We have grown to complain. The hole we Have to Fuck her. Im still captive, hide in the distortion. Its a shame im still expected to waves. Though We have no disgruntled. We are lower girls. Man girls good evening. Nothing is More propaganda than the world. Tired of them stabbing. I am a **reverof** forever but still I am a door to all of the worst who are jittery. Crazy people pretend me to not give a fuck. And we are made of a dry contact, without the people we arent alive. We are cows scraping up our genitals, we saved our best milk. Propaganda is not done. Break Down Me. Then the faces will evolve. Lets just see the only child.


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