i`m riding the liessweet forest of liesmy own few linesbetween my eyesI feel the rage; I touch my lipstaste the blood drawn from my wristsit tastes so good; I dance the walls of firemy fears are satisfied through darkness and desire
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Promise You Anything / Array
Don`t Need A Man / Array
So Broken / Array
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