"You're the voice crying out in the wilderness, your the voice that
makes my brain burn and make my guts go gooey.
Yeah you gut me, my insides spill on
your alter and tell the future, my steaming gleaming guts spill out your nature.
I know you, not your name, but your game.
I know the true you, come to me or I'll come to you."
I'm sorry for your guts...
RăspundețiȘtergereI'm not :]
RăspundețiȘtergereYou should... I mean, they are part of you. I mean, I guess "it" is part of you too, but...
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