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40 Below Summer Faces

Changing faces, changing faces Changing faces, changing faces Changing faces, changing faces Changing faces, changing faces Changing faces, changing faces Changing faces Changing, changing Your face, your face

I try to arise from the sadness inside of myself I cannot breath I'm burning alive cause I've lived through a season in hell Look, look at my face shaded

of mud and crushed velvet, what i found was a gutter where the love of entertainment meets the lust for blood and demerits, cutters of the pie throw your summers

of impurity 49 nights of meditation 48 pairs of shoes 47 wives 46 human chromosomes 45 summer rise 44 candels 43 journeys 42 lettered names 41 rounds 40

of impurity 49 nights of meditation 48 pairs of shoes 47 wives 46 human chromosomes 45 summer rise 44 candels 43 journeys 42 lettered names 41 rounds 40

Below Summer) [Luca] here lyes this face, you pretty thing i take within i wish you could see just what is real and what is fake here lyes this face