God's an insect with a six-legged disbelief.
Burning bridges on my Indian Big Chief.
Reality is just as sad.
Kinky sex and murder - the way it's got to be.
But have you heard her begging to be free.
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God's an insect with a six-legged disbelief.
Burning bridges on my Indian Big Chief.
Reality is just as sad.
Kinky sex and murder - the way it's got to be.
But have you heard her begging to be free.