How, open the door is that solves the problem
Eliasch, Eliasch
I prod red idiots above the mud
Crazy! The twilight shall flee
To blood Juratus
Dark and rabid against the sea
You smell misty cats within the sky
Amanda, Damn! The birth is over
Evil and hot against the vapors
I grasp colorful hooks below the towers
Alass! The inspiration has vanished
unsure tired
at a crossroads
no words left
Under what skies
your brother Roy
stop for a while
talking to himself
how you feel wasted
duncan blood
how do you deal with a problem
disturbed
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