this is how you want me
you want some things from mein exchange for your approval
she had always founda certain beautyin the grotesque
his third eye wasa pious rug burnglaring severityat fresh disciplesshe, includedwith strict…
a taste of Freedomin the bitter pill of Brave…
I don’t know you anymoresings the mirror, mocks the mirror
freedom was too farso escape became the goalbody abandoned.
his third eyea pious rug burnglaring severitydour dignitysearing into her