Jest3r - Butchershop
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/// organs at the checkout
Packaging in packages
The biomas goes out
Her traces on the floor

Will remain like a memory
In my meatball cuisine
That her imaginary storehouse
The shell only beckons

And the meat goes out
Roots from the head
Only the wind will blow
And the bridges will block

Deliveries are stopped
Oxygen by blood
New patient in the kitchen
Relax and freeze

-There is a knock
-And blood on the walls
-In the attempts
-Dlups and perishable

-Sesak in the hands
-Fasy organs
-at the grunts
-Mettka "sold"

-There is a knock
-And blood on the walls
-In the attempts
-Dlups and perishable

-Sesak in the hands
-Fasy organs
-at the grunts

I lower my hand deeper
In freshly spoke flesh
I clamped the same
Stopping blood

Could change horizons
And open like a flower
But they leave behind
Only blood stock

I replenish the bachelor
But read between the lines
I clean the generation
But I just hear that

I grow up your opinions
Spit for accusations
Your existence
Only a misunderstanding

-There is a knock
-And blood on the walls
-In the attempts
-Dlups and perishable

-Sesak in the hands
-Fasy organs
-at the grunts
-Mettka "sold"

-There is a knock
-And blood on the walls
-In the attempts
-Dlups and perishable

-Sesak in the hands
-Fasy organs
-at the grunts
-Plack "sold" ////