Paroles de Shoot up with god
Vendetta Red
I'm poking jigsaw vein with a rusty syringe.
Like a pinch on the arm, baby, keep it surreal.
Stand beneath the eiffel tower, freedom kiss on the mouth.
Stare forever in the face until the fever runs out.
You know you love the taste of tetnis.
So pucker up and praise the slum lord.
Shoot up with god.
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A dark heart silhouette
Vendetta Red

A joyless euphoria
Vendetta Red

Accident sex
Vendetta Red

Paroles de All cried out
Vendetta Red

Ambulance chaser
Vendetta Red

Banshee ballet
Vendetta Red

Cardboard vs. fire
Vendetta Red

Paroles de Caught you like a cold
Vendetta Red

Cinders
Vendetta Red

Coital improv
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Depressionesque
Vendetta Red

Paroles de Forgetiquette
Vendetta Red

Gloria
Vendetta Red

Great castration
Vendetta Red
Hangman (my anthema)
Vendetta Red

Paroles de In lieu of dead brides...
Vendetta Red
In lieu of dead brides...claustrofuckingphobic
Vendetta Red
In mourning for the stillborn
Vendetta Red

Lipstick tourniquets
Vendetta Red

Paroles de Long goodbye
Vendetta Red
Lucid, languid
Vendetta Red

Maud 'dib
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Mended every feather
Vendetta Red

Paroles de Opiate summer
Vendetta Red

Por vida
Vendetta Red

P.s. love the black
Vendetta Red

Rapture in vertigo
Vendetta Red

Paroles de Ribcage menagerie
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Run
Vendetta Red

Seconds away
Vendetta Red
Paroles de shoot up with god de vendetta red.





