V.i.p.s.

V.i.p.s. - Frankness Of The Pressthroated Person... lyrics

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It's my arm and it's my beauteful eye

My compassion and my running sing

On and on I hear the noise inside me

I think to keep it or not to keep

I was born with a beast, with a hole.

Soul is hole



Enemy lives by my body

He steals my happiness

I don't belong to me



Blackness... Whiteness

Black pale on the fate

Blister...

Fortune...

Shadow...

Pickles...

Wind.

Take him away from me



Enemy lives by my body

He steals my happiness

I don't belong to me 
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