Lyrics:
good salvagers Likewise to Ripper Rock And to Napolean brandy of which Now we have much stock We eat a lot of chicken And sit on a couch
I'm personifying the apocrypha Half truth mixing with some artificial sweeteners Gotta swallow em The sordid salvagers of saints are circling my sink
I doubted her She touch my shit I get foul wit' her She did not know that the shit had a silencer Pick up the tool like a salvager Full automatic it's
Faith brings a smile to my face The world makes me cry Meera's your maid My salvager take me to the sky Uplift my sense.
a conjuration spell cast by the malevolent Cherishingthe salvager of your dying cause As the nightfall sanctifies the lifeblood of this world
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