. The hands would clutch and strike his thighs. The kid would not even be weeping. This kid pretending he's sleeping. Immaculate Pinetreeroad #930 Kept
To look across the haords The throngs of intolerance Mans fate realized in hate The day love was hanged. Of all great sins salvation in paradox Salvation
me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master, the faster the days Lilith immaculate This delectable reaper
your beauty's skin-deep i'd rather gaze at the dust on my pillow than look into those eyes your Immaculate Eyes Immaculate Eyes your Immaculate Eyes Immaculate
a grey sky: superiority. I only look down on other beings: inferiority. Immaculate. The annihilation of every larvae would not sadden me. Immaculate
no stars No heroes to be sung This infinity has no smell This heaven has no hell THAT'S WHAT WE ARE- IMMACULATE GOD IS REACHING OUT FOR YOU- IMMACULATE
we need a doctor. they're coming in through the windows and breaking through all the boards i nailed up. they look like they've been through hell and
Intertwining miserableness Consuming grace now darkening Ever dimming light of holiness Forever now extinguished Abomination infesting and molding Realms
Verse: I just can't believe it, you were alwyays on my mind I hope i can forget it and I wish that i was blind Refrain: Now that you're with someone
tears, even Christ Would have laughed with you Rotten beliefs surround you with fear And dust's what you're made of Nonthinking mass Being obsessed ny immaculation
What the fuck? Put your teeth to the curb, cuz right now I'm gonna stomp your fucking face in I hope you drown in all the cum you fucking swallow, to
Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her
you, Immaculate, deception. From the spirit runs poison, and the wheel of Fortune is ever still, Sweeter than the light, the darkness of your soul, Immaculate
Sixteen years of age. The suburb sets the scene. Sixteen years of rage withheld and concealed. Doors locked. Curtains drawn. Rehearsals begins. Preparations
heartache and the loss of god Wandering, wandering in hopless night Out here in the perimeter there are no stars Out here we is stoned Immaculate
The hunger dressed alone Ten years have gone and past A vision of carnival Dark days Immaculate Search the town of millions of smiling clowns Red cat
your dome into the forest Of Ibilis Like the wilderness of Tan The Verbal Hologram! The Verbal Hologram! [Pharoahe Monch] "My perception of poetical injection is ejaculation The Immaculate