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Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire

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Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Empty. Lpění na stromy lesní požár. Písně o nemocné naděje a zoufalství. Prázdný.
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Dust in my heart, blood on my hands. Five years I have been penitent. The penitent man finds his peace. These walls have seen my lack of dignity. These

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Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Leather Hands. Lpění na stromy lesní požár. Písně o nemocné naděje a zoufalství. Kůže rukou.
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being nailed to a social security number. Living under the trough all I wanted was a horse a plow and three hundred acres of shit I want a horse a plow

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Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Recession. Lpění na stromy lesní požár. Písně o nemocné naděje a zoufalství. Recese.
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every mass grave. When will it end? No one can answer that question. My end in the face of unemployment and every day at the office a battle I'll never

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Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Piss. Lpění na stromy lesní požár. Písně o nemocné naděje a zoufalství. Čurat.
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No loyalty among thieves. You drowned me when the levee broke. Inside of my head the dead walk the earth disguised as human garbage asking for their

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Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Shat Out My Bones. Lpění na stromy lesní požár. Písně o nemocné naděje a zoufalství. Shat Z mé kosti.
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I see its face when I close my eyes head cocked to the left. Mouth open and unmerciful. Those were my last words. All of them. You swallowed them whole

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Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Made Of Coal. Lpění na stromy lesní požár. Písně o nemocné naděje a zoufalství. Made Of Coal.
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I held your shit in my hands. An entire world of possibilities I don't speak of anymore. A horizon as red as her hair color and as black as her shit

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Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Teeth & Hair. Lpění na stromy lesní požár. Písně o nemocné naděje a zoufalství. Zuby a vlasy.
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A crimson pool dries in the Palms of my hands 1,000 Sleepless nights, 26 Worrisome years i've Bared my teeth And sunk them into the Flesh of my enemy

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Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Bouquet Of Self Pity. Lpění na stromy lesní požár. Písně o nemocné naděje a zoufalství. Kytice z sebelítosti.
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choke on gasoline. On the soles of my feet every color of the earth on fire. A world on fire. I inhale the smoke of the earth. Humanity washed in flames. A

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Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. They Smeared Shit On Their Skin So They Could Blend In ...Lpění na stromy lesní požár. Písně o nemocné naděje a zoufalství. Ty rozmazaný hovno na kůži, aby se mohli Blend v noci.
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their skin so they could blend in at night I can hear them howling. I can feel their footsteps all over my soft spots. Years of degeneration. The hell of a

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Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Remove The Light. Lpění na stromy lesní požár. Písně o nemocné naděje a zoufalství. Odstranit světla.
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Larvae for me to choke on. I will find you child on your breast. Choking on my name spitting out the taste of apples in a garden of shit Remove the

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Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Gold Frankincense And Myrrh. Lpění na stromy lesní požár. Písně o nemocné naděje a zoufalství. Zlato kadidlo a myrhu.
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You have no pride, no sense of friendship. Thank you for nothing. I regret hearing your word. As false as the priest you condemn. A hand a gun the word

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Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. I Walked Away From The Human Race. Lpění na stromy lesní požár. Písně o nemocné naděje a zoufalství. Odešel jsem od Human závodu.
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I tear you apart and wear the remains I will never stop because wounds will never stop spreading a great big fucking scab I pick myself apart I have

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Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Cloven. Lpění na stromy lesní požár. Písně o nemocné naděje a zoufalství. Rozštípnutý.
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strength of an iron curtain pulled over my fucking face. The face of justice beaten and raped. Pig blood stains the cross, kill a cop, hang a judge,

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