Twelve Tribes. As Feathers To Flowers And Petals To Wings. Kill Tonight For Every Loves Money. Twaalf Stamme. As vere blomme en blare aan Wings. Dood vanaand vir Elke Loves Geld.
...the other nursing love's one tunnel six chambers cold metal warm fingers lost gun to my chin it's tonight for my sleep and dreams, forget dreams as feathers
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