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Tanks Of Flies
Lyricist:David Tibet
I had the verbal touch The silver sliver of nexus Carved from the bloody water First-poured form drowning
Pulling down the moons and suns From the thighs of the queen of grace and grinding The bump, the bribe, the breasts made me slyly arise In clouds of candy, tanks of flies
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