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out of time
Im falling, slowly down, into the deep underground,
i thrust that needle once again in my vein,
your craving in nearly drives me insane,
but not for the needle and spoon,
see, i love sending souls to there doom.
tieing you up in a small little room,
where i can fuck the brains out of you.
Then when your just about to cum,
ill make you wish you could run,
ill run my sharpe blade up and down your spine,
rip it right the fuck out of line,
make you wish i hadnt made you mine,
sorry little man, your all out of time.
i thrust that needle once again in my vein,
your craving in nearly drives me insane,
but not for the needle and spoon,
see, i love sending souls to there doom.
tieing you up in a small little room,
where i can fuck the brains out of you.
Then when your just about to cum,
ill make you wish you could run,
ill run my sharpe blade up and down your spine,
rip it right the fuck out of line,
make you wish i hadnt made you mine,
sorry little man, your all out of time.
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