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None More Black File Under Black

and five months to blame for who I am today. Think I was bored in New Jersey. Old friends. Still talk to some. I'll crawl back under the rock I came from

they're harder to read than the facts. There's nothing that we can do cause they're shoveling us shit colored red, white, and blue. Bombs away! For a more

Make the killing. Wipe the blade as it exists out my brain. Anti-social? Middle name. Save it. So C'mon C'mon! Safety first, ego last. Can't compete

Face it. I'm catching all your drifts. They're blowing eastward, through ym door and out my window. Originate in mouth. In innuendos. Every word is meant

"Who said, anybody likes you? You'll find out." Opened minded with an open mouth. My throat got tired when the dirt went down. "Who said, anybody likes

Too much. Way too much to bleed. The red light's gone and ruined everything...the broadcast and the last 30:00:00 of my <a href="http://www.testimania

Blindfolded and back to the door. I'm sitting silent with these open arms ready to strange me. Cut the air out entirely. Everytime I see your face, the