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cut my wrist off

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought, this food for death,

go ahead and fucking eat
My father's dead, well I don't know,

we'll never fucking meet
I cut my wrist and play piano cause

I'm so depressed
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard

is so possessed
This meeting just begun, nigga I'm Satan's son

2011-07-26 @ 14:27:19 Allmänt Permalink

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