Pieces Of Worship Testo

as the blind slithers on it`s way out, this brief moment of awareness I adore. and my worship of the golden calf, leaves me abundant with pain these pieces of me i try to end these pieces of me i pretend
i hale mr. numb, the companion of miss nausea sweet fornicating friends of mine it`s never recommended to blow down a neck, if you don`t have an angle on it let`s intake, inhale, exhale, a mistake
come along imbibe all of this. you won`t miss a thing no regrets, no remorse over the loss what irreverent subdue crawls out in the fabricated mist that we call socialization, wave it all goodbye!