Exhor - Toxic Tare
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I evoke the bite of inexistence and imperceptible cohabitation.
Come, psychiatrists, I call you at the head of this bloated but still breathing man.
Get together with your teams of abominable merchandise around that extended body how long it is and lying on your sarcasms.
He has no salvation
He has no salvation
He has no salvation
He has no salvation at all.

I tell you that he is intoxicated, and fed up with your landslides, your empty ghosts, and your skinning twitter.
He has no salvation
He has no salvation
He has no salvation
He has no salvation at all.