+From the top of my lungs I curse you Izzy I won’t leave you anything to bastardise running down months to a certain saviour is there any melody that you can plagiarise? I left no eyes on the surface, can you tell me if it’s anything like paradise? scorched earth till your hurt and craving I washed all your traces off ahead of time
+Evan, what happened to you? How are your heart and your fork shaped tongue stuck inside of the same wretched body You say love comes in second to you, but what are there mountains of earthly pleasures that have cut the line right here in front of me?
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