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Rob Zombie - Skin

Have no eyes, I must see, you walk out, a violent burst of some kind kind kind kind, mindstate a dirty little drunk and cluttered. shinning a problem of pictorial illusion, dump the trunk and te

E little freak out out out. an unparallelleled account of collapse appearing like yourself liberation appearing like myself mutilation. hold still now, nobody turns, said yeah! thier back on me. silence is deafening desperate waking up. motive spasm my back aches. termination detentation, da-la-sco.. no w this room dont seem so small sitting here in a cage of some kind kind kind kind miracle and some hallucination, dropped excitement from my last words shut the door and turn the t.v. on on now that Ive done all that I can.
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