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WE smoke the toenails and hair of the wiseman under a BLACKGOD's thumb we dance like painted puppets we eat the wiseman's eyes she bleeds orgasm in techni-color an ocean of alien mystery for sight that we might the lights fast enough see the darkness if we kill we burn the dry shell, a funeral chant that our eyes can open wide enough the pulse quickens and we dance we eat the brain and pray this celebration of old skin a scattering of dust to the winds as the blossoms fall screaming to consume you I feel every flower that is the earth and sky your cradle so is the way of forever the earth and sky entomb you beatings in cold rooms teeming with simple cruelties hands and head not found

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  • cry0fth3carr0ts

    hands and head not found

    21 Gen 0:03 Rispondi
  • Omnigraph

    creepy as fuck

    21 Gen 2013 Rispondi
  • koziatek

    incredible

    12 Ott 2012 Rispondi
  • BlackStar16160

    mračna opsena

    14 Giu 2012 Rispondi
  • fromabeach

    We smoke the toenails and hair of the wiseman under a black god's thumb. We dance like painted puppets, she bleeds orgasm in techni-color, an ocean of alien mystery. We eat the wiseman's eyes for sight that we might see the darkness if we kill the lights fast enough. We eat the brain and pray that our eyes can open wide enough. We burn the dry shell, a funeral chant. The pulse quickens and we dance as the blossoms fall. A scattering of dust to the winds this celebration of old skin. I feel every flower that is screaming to consume you. The earth and sky your cradle, the earth and sky entomb you. So is the way of forever teeming with simple cruelties, beatings in cold rooms, hands and head not found

    24 Set 2011 Rispondi
  • OBAMFSPIKE

    she bleeds orgasm in technicolor.

    21 Giu 2011 Rispondi
  • OBAMFSPIKE

    i feel every flower that is screaming to consume you. the earth and sky your cradle. the earth and sky entomb you. =) happy day!

    7 Mag 2011 Rispondi
  • shroomer1999

    always loved to hear these lyrics

    20 Dic 2010 Rispondi
  • sinseviltwin

    "...a scattering of dust to the winds, a celebration of old skin..."

    13 Ago 2009 Rispondi
  • yormomsonmydick

    i feel every flower sreaming to consume me.

    1 Ago 2009 Rispondi
  • SWCHNO

    wtf

    4 Apr 2009 Rispondi
  • _Emperor_

    she bleeds orgasms in technicolor!!

    25 Gen 2009 Rispondi
  • munchies1

    O_O weed

    13 Giu 2008 Rispondi

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