Cold Testo

Testo Cold

So you think you found the meaning of life
But you found it through a whore
Three years ago I saw my path
But I wanted so much more
We swing on hooks like slabs of meat
Freezing in the cold
The temperature kills of the disease
But this purity grows old
You do not understand my mind
My motives my thought
I'm quite selfish as you will find
It's a trait that you have taught
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