L0BST3RF4C3's Blog of madness

Sun is rising Black is turning blue

Look out, buddy, Noah

Jesus, man, what did you do?

Psychic terrorists In the upper room

Left foot, right foot, that

Whose bright idea was it to sharpen the knives? Just twenty minutes

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Your reason for living?

In your compositions At the start of every song

Find you waking in the morning Always there to greet the dawn

Trouble sleeping My alarm goes off

So you wanna hangout at the gallows? Those guys get an early start

Oh, whose bright idea was it to sharpen the knives? Just twenty minutes

If you want an answer, it

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Your reason for living?

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