Can't help the feeling

Shouldn't free you

Even when the fire will rain on you

Onto the servants

Onto the servants all

Gone manager

Bone sleep in the dirt fill

Blowing fertile xxxXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Here are the sinkholes where we focus in evolving

Still the stress

Filled with honest statements, navel wringing

Young and talented

Can't mate in the

Same dungeon

Fourteen years and haven't changed

Hey whеre was the--

Oh God

Help mе from the -- mmfffh

Don't

Try to change

For yourself

AAAaaa

Hey

Turn into

A slave...

Don't

Time's running out

Cement the styrofoam

And give into yourself

We feel denied and disappointed

You're chewing me telling me what

Don't seal in the

Nice man

Can't share in me

Hell no

So ashamed when you

Hold me

Fourteen let me die

What's your reaction

To the stolen teens

And peers eaten whole

Do these semen gentlemen wound themselves

And sell this show along

No more

Guilty

Nothing

Fourteen, through the

Most eerie

World Series

Completely void of quality

No...

Don't...