Part of it was blood, part of it was carrots.
Pull another part of me from anuses of ferrets. questions of morality as if they Werent apparent.
Flush away the parts eating flesh outweighed the parents.
I cant, i cant just,
I cant just breed.
Defecating on whats left of our child.
Whats left of our child?
Part of it was copper part of it was twine.
Pick apart the purpose of experimental times.
Escalator churning up the pre-intestinal chyme.
Far away the fluids, follicles defined.
I find the answer
To the moral question
In a simple statement.
I can't just breed.
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|1||Defacating On What's Left of Our Child|
|3||Hit By a Cement Mixer|
|4||Love Poem II|
|5||Out of Tampons|
|6||SOS from the SOS|
|10||Evolution of the Skid|
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|Ninjaspy - Pi Nature Album Lyrics|
|1.||Defacating On What's Left of Our Child|
|3.||Hit By a Cement Mixer|
|4.||Love Poem II|
|5.||Out of Tampons|
|6.||SOS from the SOS|
|10.||Evolution of the Skid|
|3||Evolution of the Skid|