~Seflcesting Soup of Stolen Souls: Punk Floyd 'Over~
Dear, whom you left behind for me?
~Seflcesting Soup of Stolen Souls: Punk Floyd 'Over~
pt. I
Slut has gone across the ocean,
Leaving lust a melody,
Wet throatshoat deepest of my album.
Dear, what else did you suck from me?
Dear, whom you left behind for me?
Al in all it was just a seflcesting soup of stolen soul.
On'n'On it was just eaten soul in your throat.
pt. II
We don't need no penitration.
We don't need no cum control.
No orgasm into fuck room.
Preacher! Turn that sluts 2 stone!
Hey! Preacher! Turn that sluts 2 stone!
O'n'on it's just seflcesting soup of stolen souls.
O'n'on we're just seflcesting soup of stolen souls
We don't need no penitration.
We don't need no cum control.
Who controls - lust of black masses?
Preacher! Turn that sluts 2 stone!
Hey! Preacher! Turn that sluts 2 stone!
O'n'on it's just seflcesting soup of stolen souls.
O'n'on it's just seflcesting soup of stolen souls.
If u're cum in, she tastes the pudding!
Can't u feed her - when pudding is inside?!
Yeah! Yeah, babe. Stand still, laddie - and bottom up these blowing souls.
pt. III
I don't need no worms around me.
And i don't need no sluts to up me.
I crucified my ex-one on the wall.
Don't thing i need burn her few times more.
O'n'on it was seflcesting soup of stolen souls.
O'n'on it was seflcesting soup of stolen souls.
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O'n'on it was seflcesting soup of stolen souls.
O'n'on it was seflcesting soup of stolen souls.
