lyrics
i convert masses with a single spoonful of my own, don't stare into the camera or you will loose
concentration, asphyxiation. we must keep ourselves until those gracious words to release.
each scene less tasteful than the last, we must finish. director, this isn't for the money
or the fame, this is self gratifying. how hard will it be for you to swallow every ounce of me.
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released January 20, 2010
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