"Ad mala patrata haec sunt theatra parata.
Trick mortis, trick mortis, sick mortis
Ask me; you question me.
Why must our pleasure always be in restraint?..."Pleasure in Restraint
"White! Then you look away.
You reach for assistance when you start to sway.
Knees feel weak, as your vision fades away.
When you're faced with death, that's when you start to pray...."Reality Check
"Rip it. Tearing me. Need it bad. Need that pain inside of me.
There's no pain without my name.
There is no pain without...
Said rip you baby yeah...."|
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