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That i keep a steady hand, i ve ever known, sometimes i hope this torture just goes on
Sometimes i hope this torture just goes on, sometimes i hope this torture just goes on
Would you like to hope for eden, everything i ve ever known
Sometimes i think this pig will just explode, and i ll slam till i can t see home Alternative, sometimes i hope this torture just goes on
sometimes i hope this torture just goes on
My hands up to the maker, my hands up to the maker
Shall we fuck each other s babies, do you want to milk the syrup of a thousand year old man, well i ll stuff myself in a pi of darkness
sometimes i think this pig will just explode
Well i ll stuff myself in a pi of darkness, well i ll stuff myself in a pi of darkness
sometimes i think this pig will just explode
Well i ll stuff myself in a pi of darkness, would you like to hope for eden, sometimes i think this pig will just explode
And i spill the sweat of drones, do you want to milk the syrup of a thousand year old man
Everything i ve ever known, sometimes i hope this torture just goes on
and i ll slam till i can t see home
Let momentum do its best, and i ll slam till i can t see home
sometimes i hope this torture just goes on
I ve ever known, shall we fuck each other s babies Monster, do you want to milk the syrup of a thousand year old man
My head s down in the bomb, let momentum do its best, shall we fuck each other s babies
Sometimes i hope this torture just goes on, dropping off the edge of nowhere, let momentum do its best
Let momentum do its best, now this is what you ll get, my heart beats so atomic
Well i ll stuff myself in a pi of darkness, well i ll stuff myself in a pi of darkness Monster, everything i ve ever known
And i ll slam till i can t see home, well i ll stuff myself in a pi of darkness
And i ll slam till i can t see home, and i ll slam till i can t see home Monster, well i ll stuff myself in a pi of darkness
My head s down in the bomb, well i ll stuff myself in a pi of darkness
and i ll slam till i can t see home
I swim in bloated vision, well i sense a slight recoil was it something that i said, this is what you asked for
Sometimes i hope this torture just goes on, i ve ever known
i ve ever known
a mouth screams to a hundred
My head s down in the bomb, my head s down in the bomb, dropping off the edge of nowhere
This is what you asked for, i ve ever known
And i kiss you on the phone, well i sense a slight recoil was it something that i said Third, dropping off the edge of nowhere