your repulsiveness They say its all in my head That I must realize it's a figure of speach But I'm curious to find out myself Beauty comes from within
Septic tongue, shit eating grin Love me with your yellowed smile My flies are hungry for your kiss Poison me my darling Graves grow deeper with each
it stained me from within You can't keep me here forever I'm as close as I could be To finding my own way, and starting to believe That's the beauty
small darkness encloses How gold and purple that shovel there To rags and rubbish disposes Charon beckons from tumultuous waves Then trice this ancient digger of graves
child is full of soul With nothing left to lose There's everything to go And now I know what they're are saying It's a terrible beauty we've made
beautiful but what the hell is that I find beauty in rolls of sweaty fat It?s not your complexion That gives me an erection OH NO Your beauty makes me
: Behold, he stands before you all Upon the tower, fit to fall See the beauty of the never-ending Hear his creatures call Say then, say then: Lay no
enchants my Grave Sleeping, dreaming of my Bride Lift my Remains from water violent Unite the body with a Serene Sky Enlight my wounds with healing Tongue
niggas like Emily Rose Plenty of flows The four-four waist is usually where the semi would go Unless it's the Uzi and it's a beauty since I broke off
cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Part III: ?The Pacific? Sparkle my scenery With turquoise waterfall With beauty
time, soon to be freed from care, from human pain. My tale is the most bitter truth: Time pays us but with earth & dust, and a dark, silent grave. Remember
Someday, I will feed a snake Drink her venom, stay awake With time all pain will fade Through your memory I will wade Barely cold in her grave Barely
your meaningless marches Proceed to the protest, set fire to drapes There is no beauty that can be attained When all you got's a shovel, everything will look like a grave
: Saturate yourself with the stench of stupidity it seems you're addicted to playing the fool inhale the lies of beauty and fame they've got you trapped
gloom Your thorns, they kissed my blood Your beauty heals, your beauty kills And who would know better than I do? Pretend you love me! Indeed, reality seems far When a rose is in love with
the faith with no remorse beauty and power intertwined, with an unquenchable thirst to destroy what you can't own what you can't possess but do desire with
Before I start, like to make sure I'm smart Gather my composure, rather my swagger and my culture Pivot my fitted, then begin to rivet, with a change
