Semana Satán

When all this will be ended? I wish I was full of MDMA Every day is different but only happens in my head Under the anxiety that supposed me being with me I tried one thousand seventy-five new routines always end up on my knees The funniest thing is knowing for sure that the world goes to shit Every day is different but only happens in my head Losing myself Real lively death Forever the same Evil bite's godsend