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Lydia's Sleep
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Cruel Hands
Somewhere between who's starving and who's laughing something went, terribly right or there would be no pleasure heroes, no warlords.
Cheat thirst with depression, buy fancy mental paintings you love. Breathe on lying to mommy, lying to each other, lying to our graves.
So cruel hands I keep serving. So sick plans I crave on my chest. Most of the time I have wasted I was wasted for the first time.
What if I tell you a secret... Cataclysm features sex.
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