Could you think of a better way To be even scaring the sky away And making me a part of this Corner of meaningless darkness Of course you could but I'd rather be What I strive along for just to be You love your country, love the strife Relieve your cock on your beloved wife But I'm playing a different tune Cause I'm moving to the moon But I'm not prepared to go against you And fly and jump in your corruption stoop
And since while I'm around I've got a few things to do So I live on the mountain rock And move along cuz you're just Dancing like a fish and I judge a cold
I can't imagine your wife using that to swallow. But you see I'm gonna cum down a feminine's throat In the surrealistic pain and wearing a coat So I have space that you can't trace to carry my love And you just have waste And you just have waste...
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