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With an arm 
Across the 
Torso
Face on
The nails
With an arm
Across the
Torso
Face on
The pale
Monkey
Nails
"Touching the
Shattered lives
It unearths
till min balkong
Där sitter jag med en kaffe i min hand
förälskad i mitt Skåneland
190 meter upp i Turning torso
där ser man ganska bra över Malmö stad
A torso of flesh upon the throne

My limbless friend will die alone 
A torso of flesh upon

The cure for clinical depression is a lobotomy
The cure
Black bone torso, 
black bone torso.

Cyanide a suicide
No thoughts of pain
Genocide a crucified martyr's laid
Down to the dust there to fade
Girl you've been hitting that treadmill like a freak
Maybe you're not quite the torso of the week
The hollowest cheeks in the county, tyne to tweed
face
My limbs and torso mold as one as my blood is boiling

Blowtorch slaughter
Bodily capitulation
Blowtorch slaughter
Blowtorch slaughter
a break sneak
My torso's cold and it's startin' to mould Boa Constrictor how much can you hold
Oh yes he's up to my chest oh heck he's up to my neck
they had the manpower like whoa!  More or less
More or so, I'll rip your torso
I live the fast life, come through in the Porsche slow like whoa!
My
Frontin' like they had the manpower, like whoa! more or less

More or so, I'll rip your torso
I live the fast life, come through in the Porsche slow, like
they had the manpower like whoa!  More or less
More or so, I'll rip your torso
I live the fast life, come through in the Porsche slow like whoa!
My
they had the manpower like whoa!  More or less
More or so, I'll rip your torso
I live the fast life, come through in the Porsche slow like whoa!
My
Frontin' like they had the manpower, like whoa! more or less

More or so, I'll rip your torso
I live the fast life, come through in the Porsche slow, like
feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin' with cash?
God gave you what you could
Costco
Bleach blonde hair halfway down her torso
Talking on the phone behind a rolled up window
And I'm caught staring now as the wind blows

Overthinking
rotted flesh
Brain is seeping from the cracks in your skull
Blood drains from holes in your torso
I took your life from you

Collapsed organs now rot
Your love was so big it made New York look small 

You've been the subject of so many dreams 
Since I climbed your torso 
Oh oh oh oh oh 
My Statue
Your love was so big it made New York look small 

You've been the subject of so many dreams 
Since I climbed your torso 
Oh oh oh oh oh 
My Statue
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin' with cash?
God gave you what you
Your love was so big it made New York look small 

You've been the subject of so many dreams 
Since I climbed your torso 
Oh oh oh oh oh 
My Statue
they had the manpower like whoa!  More or less
More or so, I'll rip your torso
I live the fast life, come through in the Porsche slow like whoa!
My
Frontin' like they had the manpower, like whoa! more or less

More or so, I'll rip your torso
I live the fast life, come through in the Porsche slow, like
they had the manpower like whoa!  More or less
More or so, I'll rip your torso
I live the fast life, come through in the Porsche slow like whoa!
My
Frontin like they had the manpower like WHOA!  More or less
More or so, I'll rip your torso
I live the fast life, come through in the Porshe slow like
are not the same, nigga, you won't ride out (Bitch)
Pull up with that flame, bang, then that fire out
Them shells hit yo fuckin' torso, then it's time

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