Darp

I’m gonna blow

Come on it’s getting dark

Taking hold

Come along to the swamp of DARP

They can’t feel what I can

Send it back with a prayer

And this thing could kill anyone

Send it to hell, whence it’s from

Purge with me baby

Get behind it

Souls are escaping

You didn’t mind it

My hands are bleeding

God prescribed it

But, but I won’t come down

And it’s in vain

But my tits are at the top

Bolognese

We mosh quiet so it’s fine

The playground metaphor

The hanging that’s semi-old

Wouldn’t prescribe it for you

Whatever happened to that singer I did adore

He beat me black and blue

Ugh

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