Odin iteration one.
The wood is damp across my back
io io oh
Branches through out my thighs and eyes
and ripped through the lies that caused the falling of industrial america
and when the rust is gutdeep in my holy of holies
I know that it is time for a surefired plan
io io oh
My cock spurts into the lightning storm, I laugh at the acorn, I am the thorn
my cock in defiance in sheer uncorrect vulgarity
I am free to flaunt the haunting taboo, the shrewd and broken middle class hobo cunt
I am free for the yearning of the lightning bolt
I enter you like a gutfucked dying doe.
io io oh
What is the hypothesis the burning of the skies
The moon is shining for the lust of the sea.
the lust of the blood, the salt, sticky isnt it
feel it, upon your hands, on your body.
repulsive but it comes with a side of fuck
I am the dead born stranger
I am the sleeky slitch that slighs in the shadow
I am tick tock
old man and hung
io io oh
Branches through out my thighs and eyes
and ripped through the lies that caused the falling of industrial america
and when the rust is gutdeep in my holy of holies
I know that it is time for a surefired plan
io io oh
My cock spurts into the lightning storm, I laugh at the acorn, I am the thorn
my cock in defiance in sheer uncorrect vulgarity
I am free to flaunt the haunting taboo, the shrewd and broken middle class hobo cunt
I am free for the yearning of the lightning bolt
I enter you like a gutfucked dying doe.
io io oh
What is the hypothesis the burning of the skies
The moon is shining for the lust of the sea.
the lust of the blood, the salt, sticky isnt it
feel it, upon your hands, on your body.
repulsive but it comes with a side of fuck
I am the dead born stranger
I am the sleeky slitch that slighs in the shadow
I am tick tock
old man and hung