Lethality - Cognitive Depths Of Eternal Blow-Job | Текст песни

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The mouth of cupidon lays on a way to divine ecstasy.
I hold him for wings and to tone in his damp depths...
To me secrets of the universe open when I enthral his virgin bowels.
He learns my severe love and inflates snow-white cheeks.

All of us the damned children of the god.
The repentance comes after pleasure,
The grass dries and is smoked,
Sins grow and are made multiple copies.

And before a face of death, shaking bacon and bone,
In confusion we die having piled in trousers.

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