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Kane Hodder The Pleasure To Remain So Heartless

embarrassing repertoire your bloodshot eyes even the score and I don't think i've had the pleasure to remain so heartless how can it seem so heartless? how can it stay so heartless

It's how I love the feeling of sex and desperation lose the pace and churn the legs with panoramic lip gestation that mutilation reeks of sex; I'll

Is this a hold-up? we're staging hold-ups, mind your throat he'll strip your will like cancer we're staging hold ups give a kiss that crippled hunter

your neck perverted get with the now It's pulsing 1960 When cross burnings hit the ozone, your orgasm is this year's argument for eugenics So long! and

Prophecy is gonna rock heretics. Was it memory black-out or was it hopeful visions of your head relieving your shoulders of burden? Prophecy is gonna

the beast and find the baby No wonder its been so easy Pigs can't stand the smell of blood I'll give you my head, wouldn't that be so special Wouldn't