f..ck Her Like You Paid For It Lyrics

Bodies In The Gears Of The Apparatus f..ck Her Like You Paid For It

she was blue light holiday.
this kids’ smell could burn out the moon.
i sat and smiled with the gunman.
he seemed okay, and I knew that I was too.
it will die, but does it feel a thing?
let me pass the bomb.
don’t worry about anything I’m here to take care of you.
cum whore, when are you working my way, cunt?