Azathoth
A go go
Pay-ging-up
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I need another me

You’re the one I’ve always wanted
Free falling trought time, after life
I’m petrified ‘cause there’s nothing that can stop my fall
In the hall we can hug each other
‘Till our brains and guts splatter all over to the fucking sidewalks
Togheter