WARM OIUR HANDS IN BLOOD THATS WHAT THEY ALWAYS SAY. WEN U CANNOT BREATHE AND AIR TURNS LIKE SHARP KNIFES... UR FLESH TEARS WHILE UR EYES BLLED TILL U CANT SEE... THIS IS ALL I HAVE TO GIVE... I WANNA LAY ON THE TRACKS...... FEEL HOT STEEL SCREAMING.. EXPOSE THE BONES ON MY BACK LET ME SHOW WHAT I MEAN.... LUNGS CHOKE WHILE THE GREY SKYS THAT I
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I love it.
the gore.
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