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MEΣΑ ΜΕ ΤΑ ΧΙΛΙΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑ
LOSER OF THE UNIVERSE
ΣΠΙΝΤ ΜΕΤΑΛ ΧΛΕΠΕΣ ΣΤΟΥΣ ΜΠΟΥΛΗΔΕΣ ΤΟΥ ER
ΟΥΖΟ-ΘΡΑΣ-ΜΠΟΥΡΔΕΛΟ-ΣΑΜΑΤΑΣ
ε αυτό δε χάνεται με τπτ
αη μέρντερ γιού αη μπούτσερ γιού αη πούτ γιού ιν δε γκρέεεεεηβ
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γκαβλες
σὲ ὅ,ποιον ἔχῃ τατουὰζ
στὴ μάνα του ῥίχνω μπαρὰζ
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παμε ρε progress!
Мама Люба давай, давай, давай
kali fasi...psinomai
Poverty, depression, power and despair Conditioned inside and out to the point of no return by a world not crafted by hands of our own yet still we march in step to the cadence of its irregular beatThe damage has been done- irreparable and all-encompassingNature is as archaic word that could never explain this mess Worlds become obsolete like ideas and they won’t have to burn the booksWHEN NOONE READS THEM ANYWAY!
Από το split 7" με Splatterhouse, μας έρχεται ένα μνημειώδες έργο τέχνης :
Keeper of the Seventh Son
You have seven kids.
But one of them is missing.
You wonder where he can be.
But you don't have a clue.
He's not on top of the hill.
He's not behind the moon.
How can I be so sure?
Because I know where he is.
He is in my apartment.
I treat him really good.
I give him candy.
And a lot of toys.
I know you want him back.
But your son doesn't miss you.
You have to look some more.
But you don't know where I live.
Just forget your sun.
Because he wont come back.
Keeper of the seventh son.
Keeper of the seventh son.
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ψήνομαι για θεσσαλονίκη μου φαίνεται
ωωωωωωωωωωωωω
Μεσα ρε πουστη μεσα, ελπιζω να ναι ολα καλα να παω. ΠΕΡΦΕΚΤ.
Ο Μαξ ήταν εγωιστής.
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χαμενο θα παει κι αυτο λογω του γνωστου-αγνωστου πουτανας γιου
ΣΠΙΝΤ ΜΕΤΑΛ ΧΛΕΠΕΣ ΣΤΟΥΣ ΜΠΟΥΛΗΔΕΣ ΤΟΥ ER
ΟΥΖΟ-ΘΡΑΣ-ΜΠΟΥΡΔΕΛΟ-ΣΑΜΑΤΑΣ
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