Obsequey (The Death Of Art)

[Left Speaker] This is the Golden Age of Grotesque Be prepared for what you may find The hole we have to fuck her They taste tension because it is their life Chrome Complimental. Stop Looking for Ourselves Bored towards Most of It We have grown to complain The hole we Have to Fuck her I'm still captive, hide in the distortion Its a shame I'm still expected to waves Though We have no disgruntled We are lower girls. Man girls good evening Nothing is More propaganda than the world Tired of them stabbing I am a [?] forever but still I am a door to all of the worst who are jittery Crazy people pretend me to not give a fuck And we are made of a dry contact, without the people we aren't alive We are cows scraping up our genitals, we saved our best milk Propaganda is not done Break Down Me Then the faces will evolve Lets just see the only child The bored are to be of devoured, but not you [Right Speaker:] Lets see what we will bring We will HIDE We have grown just to die Does it? Their propaganda is not Heavy I have grown bored with their best milk Evolve. Contact them Complimental Tell them to hide Bored out of this world No one will answer us Girls No one is more abnormal or unimportant than, like them I tried, I fucked them still No more establishing. Bored. Don't accept them.About.Our life Chrome. Bite their bullet. There is fresh something But all I'm trying to do Is about their lifestyle is fucked Without those people we grow disgruntled Propaganda has always worked They are very dull. I expected their lives. Girls There has to be something...