lol. why dont you get out of the most primitive point of where you came from. exactly where you been right now not a million millimeter of a small different. The pimps and their money came first, that fucking logical and a easy understanding.. the whore , a she, a whorehouse and switching scenes in it between. call it a man made mans. or logical strategies. onjects movements in controlling of manipulatlve controllers.... those behaves are the endless exitence slavery, hallo de ber selv om det - alle havde et valg til et skift. der er pænt langt til et portræt af en artists work - real and the reality of working. all be rubbed of their hard times... keep hold the line, shout shout and let it all loud. Ears and smiles on a mouth. the manipulation of a listeners are actually created wothout Logic understanding. magic and hidden minds behind!? who cares', who knows? the Overwatcher, the universe of a hole part the cirkel around a tribe and the box. A little Babys first playtoy.  why you

Cant get. the game and the enjoying last part of life.it actually make me see them with sadness. Hes just meaningless. he didnt came from any of the two sides. A side in a book. someones journey of happiness, true seekers of life HAH yeah right your ugly fagget. im sorry to say - you came from a nasty whore who never make money on selling of itself or a bodys movements.... just a digusting dream and a fantasy of the unkowned. the ones who never been made for the life or any world. two in them all, how far Will you go back and brake free from your vision that just the stupiest prisons. came out of a thoughts and a situation of an obsessed mind. mind hackers of the anonymous, that group are pretty empty and two neon points... dont shine enough to manipulate your choosing in change. magical times. very few moments you lead them all to stucked in a world with 5 favorit persons. blame the right worst.  and get the evils created reality of your exitence.. a Touch of a hand? ftom a man -

a headless box in every Informations that lead and prosses. shit the same. shit you are the shit. you choose by own willing and mind. ended in the waterruch in the bathroom or the Dreamers of fantastic without any material in their formation without metallic and the crystals. do the silence hold on their formula - maby came far from the past along a straight locked box of 4points. 5UPs Super cross brothers hoes, the real deal the fucking awesome shit af the female Made and creating as a body and Free from a cements fundaments. the most endless kind of a Story. fuck THST shit. you come from the dirt. ai cant help your dirty minds was a secret, maby your biggest of what you be, where you came ftom or where you mented on the evil race in the imagination.... sorry your thoughts have so much power and our realistical experience as dark and bad. help the godd to came out of the switching between two parts who hate the haters most -you! why is it so Hard to get?;? im fucking tired and near

to smching a point.v who need to let me be the obsessed junkie of the drug Amfetamin?!? A bigger kind of a Drug user than  me, a liquid soul on a rollingbands in open plastic boxes without the lock on. not a stuckpoint or a blind mans visions without hands and still the universes creeters. i guessing they are very few. 1 are a lonely way of us. two are opposite only 2, we came up frim. never mented or the writing from some silly and joking perspective - and the Freedom from the real deal in hell. A thought of everything in mstematic fairness ona machine, dont made paradise of the perfect dream or a moving forward from the millions of stuckpoint. spirals of the death. The same as take a wrong train but with right ends up in a stop -stations/ DAMN much have change since that, right?! how wrong will you be leaded and manipulate your own kind - who need to know about objects or the mastering of minds are the rew evil who left the journeys in the endless materies and materials - plastic

fantastic what a giving change a look from the natural in perfection?!? lol the all look as the Real Madness of metallic of gæstens form of something else in a mix with a liquid soul, two Colors in red tears and blue blood. slap af alt lyder så dramatisk... prøv at forestille dig en mentalitet som frøet der gror. jord og vand og en Speed up af menneskers føde, dyr og livets natur fik en skænket verden og forskellige medspillere og dine værste fjender  du og jeg - vi kom og kommer aldrig ud af det samme eller ud på det samme eller dtevet a Logic eller magi, jeg hader hele lortet men kan stadig se min position som det øverste ønske. hvad du ønsker skal du få. jeg begyndte en oplevelse 3D perspektiv eller visioner kom de af tragisk støj. maskiner og motorer.  generatorer på bekostning af det levende fra et tændes og gå ud, skulle det være samme oplevelse af at se mørkeste afkroge. Der var lys og holdt i live som en gnist. chancen for du mister din dyrebareste og bedste client, du tror

alle omkring er dumme. jeg ved vi er skabe af dit mægtige og autentiske systemiske mass of blast. du så fucked up og retarderet det så dumt at koge suppe på en høne med hoved én hane till alle der pipper og hacker løs. Løse højt og sprede informationer - hey you - its me your best choose again and again, how was it so hard to believe the change of your primitive Thinking of 8. number of the evil beast. the best to stuck -how fuck you came along and still in that still stand? rubbers of tickets of a Retour, you giving the worthy wheels and empty of everything you actually need to your dumb ass.... let the words in numbers and words without any learning of the endless ride in a a Paris Wheels... love story and a Tivolis objects. go back to the only one of the true and right. a masked Clown ofc he been created as sad. the tears is because of you. he stood and waiting,ntge only one of a agenda in damgaes the wrong sorry you. you Hide it from er rolling around. you convince everyone

Lyrics:

(Ya llegamos... pero nunca fuimos parte)

Me dijeron “viaja, descubre tu tierra”,
y aquí estoy, viendo pasar la feria.
Desde el vidrio empañado de un camión viejo,
viendo sueños nuevos y cargando lo añejo.

Cada pueblo me sonríe con sus tienditas pintadas,
pero detrás del color... hay miradas cansadas.
Yo no me bajo, no gasto, pero tampoco estorbo, no opino,
sólo veo… como buen clandestino.

Sigo en la ruta del escaparate,
viendo lo bonito sin ser parte.
La gente con fotos por doquier, risas importadas,
y yo pegado al cristal, sin decir nada.

Me gritan “¡hey, turista!” aunque traigo sandalia rota,
me ven con asco si no pago propina.
Los hoteles de lujo me cierran la puerta,
pero en la calle, mi libertad está abierta.

De punta a punta, pura postal fingida,
todo es folclore... hasta la comida.
Pero yo sé lo que vale la tierrita caliente,
aunque no me vendan ni un agüita “potente”.

¿Qué tanto miras? —preguntó una señora—
Y le dije: “la realidad... con traje de señora”

Sigo en la ruta del escaparate,
con mi chamarra rota y mi arte.
Si el paisaje es bonito pero el pueblo sufre,
¿de qué sirve la selfie si la vida no fluye?

Why Don't You Get a Job (Originally Performed by The Offspring) [Karaoke Version]

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