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The lies can be felt in your heart my dear. Ohh! Ohh! Aahh! Driving in me crazy. Broken life.
Locked up in changes. More reflections to changes. No more lies. No more lies. Regressions, regression moments. Sickness arisen. Madness arisen as a good pulse. No more get ups. This is so madness, so wildness. No mommy don’t, don’t. I won’t let it die. No mommy don’t, don’t. Just open your regression, madness come and go. Here we go again. He we go. No more selfish stuff. This is everyone illuminate and immaculate. This menace to eclipse the fucking wrath. No more treason words on this gateway, I killed the voice of the witch. I am preaching over the streets. The words, the words allusive. Won’t bite my tongue. C’mon over these streets of Bahtleron will be ashes to ashes.