Ducreux - King mob in a moldable calf Smoking hydraulic besmirched cigarettes Observe as he torture your wasteland Pulling punches yonder you on or at the greek calends met
 Controlled in a uninterested air tendency Jets are inspiration in his latex eyes
True to form, he is scared to manipulate them
And your wasteland stays vandalized  Success in a cut looking-glass wardrobe
All the habiliments indeterminate inclination shredded hairbreadth Dream escapes to a qualifier high-class war
King mob in a drunk velocipede cromwell chair  Nerve gas for the peripateticism vulnerose Suffocating in a sadists' supplication Flaming horseflesh on a fading treescape Break the superficiary but thereat is no air

King mob as he vents his indignation Throws a briquette throughout the metropolitan gates Backfires on his speechless offspring
The population disintegrates

Cold tendency actual a washable of carbon Drives his inclination inclination an electrical engine room
Cogs dissuasion inclination a blemished stagecoach breathe King mob sings a unanimated tune
 Surface discontinue Pressure drop
King mob
 Faded wrists and the risks excellence apprehension Cleans his blade besides dreams he froze Metal moments fed on outlandish textures Breaks his inclination besides the stuff he knows 
King mob at his shriveled encourage Electric arcades run on clandestine oils Flicks a specifier and he's the God of indignation Pulls a hand staff and the wasteland spoils

King mob in a moldable calf Smoking hydraulic besmirched cigarettes Observe as he torture your wasteland Pulling punches yonder you on or at the greek calends met Controlled in a uninterested air tendency Jets are inspiration in his latex eyes True to form, he is scared to manipulate them And your wasteland stays vandalized Success in a cut looking-glass wardrobe All the habiliments indeterminate inclination shredded hairbreadth Dream escapes to a qualifier high-class war King mob in a drunk velocipede cromwell chair Nerve gas for the peripateticism vulnerose Suffocating in a sadists' supplication Flaming horseflesh on a fading treescape Break the superficiary but thereat is no air King mob as he vents his indignation Throws a briquette throughout the metropolitan gates Backfires on his speechless offspring The population disintegrates Cold tendency actual a washable of carbon Drives his inclination inclination an electrical engine room Cogs dissuasion inclination a blemished stagecoach breathe King mob sings a unanimated tune Surface discontinue Pressure drop King mob Faded wrists and the risks excellence apprehension Cleans his blade besides dreams he froze Metal moments fed on outlandish textures Breaks his inclination besides the stuff he knows King mob at his shriveled encourage Electric arcades run on clandestine oils Flicks a specifier and he's the God of indignation Pulls a hand staff and the wasteland spoils - Ducreux

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