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Slave To Subtance
I'm watching you. Don't look out your window, i'm by the oak tree.
Watching you.
With my hungry eyes,
Watching you,
Eat,
Pleasure yourself,
Talk on your phone,
Beating your dads meat.
I'm coming for you,
Waiting to make my move,
To drag you to hell,
It'll happen soon.
So i can make you my pet.
You'll love it,
I'll tie you to my bed,
And i'll sit in my chair,
And watch you watch me
Masturbate instead.
Tease,
Tease,
Tease.
Just beg,
Say please,
And you'll get
Your mouth
Filled with my demonic seeds.
Watching you.
With my hungry eyes,
Watching you,
Eat,
Pleasure yourself,
Talk on your phone,
Beating your dads meat.
I'm coming for you,
Waiting to make my move,
To drag you to hell,
It'll happen soon.
So i can make you my pet.
You'll love it,
I'll tie you to my bed,
And i'll sit in my chair,
And watch you watch me
Masturbate instead.
Tease,
Tease,
Tease.
Just beg,
Say please,
And you'll get
Your mouth
Filled with my demonic seeds.
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