greed whip these wretched souls A hurricane of hate mocks their helpless pleas Drifting now down deeper, into eternal flames Awake at the third circle
Gods, we got a heavy job... yo, yo Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision of the prism of light but still blind because you lack the inner
whip these wretched souls A hurricane of hate mocks their helpless pleas Drifting now down deeper, into eternal flames Awake at the third circle, the
image and a gimmick that she could make money, and she did it like a dummy Now I see her in commercials, she's universal She used to only swing it with the inner
20] Guy From Alabama: You wanna have a circle-jerk? Aynsley: The who? Guy From Alabama: Circle-jerk. Aynsley: A circle jerk? What's that? Guy From Alabama
epic form From my physical; And see my soul arise into a sham Hitting the arcs of Cumulus clouds of Annun I left my image of a crop circle in the form
our devilish inner immortality. Can thou become merged to these raptures of pure darkness and symbolic deathcraft. Inhale the steam of illusions to share our circle