Disobey - Luxt

I've felt the icy fingers. I've licked the wet of lips.

And since the past has come Inside I miss those finger tips.

I've stretched my self to meet the, Cold hands of evil's breath,

I've taken every inch I could, To feel the thrusting in of death's



Demise, surprised to find gray, Skin of

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