consumer of the tumour

sell some memories you'd rather forget
rinse the month's empties
you know they're not empty yet

a no gold overload
my liver heals
my head explodes
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i haven't writ in o'er a month
i've been o the wind with the devil

he's an alright guy

just another other aspect of the same great energy grid
fuck, what a sense of humour
dark, yah, but funny.

perfect for our modern times

while we pray for the end
the devil's our friend

the sweet nectar grows ever sweeter
the breath of Endo makes me completer
du tabac is whack
but for that i most crack

consumer of the tumour
revealer of the meek
macabre sense of humour
stay with me for a week