Villa vanilla
Porn room disaster
Lightning up your lip
Taking your teeth for a souvenir
Your calves are morbid
Push them on my forehead
I look like a violated puppet
I dont have a thumb finger
I never agree that everything is okay
Alright alright
Can i uproot your talking tongue
I will put it right back
Just a bit changed
It can only spill venom
Whatever
I just ripped a cord from my heart
And it makes no difference
You make me seasick
These eyes your mouth your nose
I wanna eat them with a spoon
But first drown me in the sea
This time finally the beach is near
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